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Romeo and Juliet - Part 2

Lando Norris X Ferarri Driver!Reader

Y/N is a powerhouse driver in F1, an icon dressed in Ferarri red. So when a driver in blue (and orange) has eyes for her, how will she react? How will the public react? With twists and turns and ships, how will this story end, let's hope not how the original story ends.

Part one

Masterlist / TipJar

ynusername

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ynusername one more year done, many more to come. Thank you to my friends and family for a lovely evening xx

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user1 Happy 25th lovely!

scuderiaferarri Happy birthday to our principessa

ynusername Thank you my lovely team

charlesleclerc A lovely evening, me and my love where incredible grateful for the invite. I hope you loved our gift

ynusername It was a puppy! charlesleclerc A friend for Leo!

landonorris Thank you for letting me tag along good looking

ynusername You are most welcome x user2 You can't tell me they aren't dating user3 Isn't she dating Lewis Hamilton user4 Not confirmed

lewishamilton Happy birthday girly

liked by ynusername user5 why can't they be together ! They would be so hot !

landonorris

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landonorris Birthday celebrations for the best (only) girl on the grid

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user6 Goddamn he's hot

georgerussell Cropped me out of the photo wow

landonorris Gotta keep in the money maker liked by ynusername georgerussell Harsh ! hah user7 Y/N liked that...

ynusername Glad you had a fun time

landonorris Of course

lewishamilton Nice photos Lando

user8 I want my parents together

ynusername

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ynusername Canada is so kind. Let it be kind on the track

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user9 Oh Canada!!

landonorris I hope you win, not, really I hope I win (I hope you do well)

ynusername Wow, thank you ? liked by landonorris

scuderiaferarri Picturing podiums as part of the process

ynusername Always. Always. user10 Ferarri fan for life

charlesleclerc I see us win (where is Leo's pal?)

ynusername Vettel is sleeping back home at Monaco user11 The puppy is called Vettel! landonorris Vettel is so cute liked by ynusername

user12 Any updates about Lewis

user13 I don't believe the rumours personally user14 I think they are slow soft launching user15 No I like her with Lando more user16 She's allowed not to have anyone

f1news

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f1news Snippets from Lewis Hamilton most recent interview. He speaks so highly about Y/N, it’s adorable. People are focusing on the final clip from the interview where he dodges a question about Y/N and him by calling her a “completely breathtaking” girl. Are they not together?

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user17 Sir Lewis Hamilton is delicious, downright edible

user18 How is he not in love with her? He sounds it

user19 I’m holding out for Lando they have a much better chemistry recently user18 and your evidence for that is a couple interactions in comment sections and in the paddock user19 That's the same evidence we have for Lewis x Y/N aside from this

landonorris

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landonorris Disappointing DNF for us today, but relaxing with the best person

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georgerussell Sorry about you DNF mate, happy to see you happy

landonorris I am very

user20 I bet that's Y/N

user21 It better not be, Y/N should be with Lewis user22 Lando doesn't deserve her user23 We don't know if it is

user24 Aww this is so cute

mclaren Spain next Lando!

landonorris Onwards and Upwards liked by ynusername

ynusersame <3

liked by landonorris user25 Guys It must be her user26 She commented the same hearts on Lewis' soft launch user27 Y/N x Lewis superiority user28 Awwww

ynusername

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ynusername @.landonorris <3

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lewishamilton Happy for you kid

user29 He's happy for her, my heart ! user30 Lewis >>> Lando user31 STFU xx

landonorris Sunshine <3

user32 I'm dead, bury me 6 foot deep user33 PR stunt, it cannot be a real relationship user33 She is probably moving to McLaren user34 That makes no sense

scuderiaferrari A beautiful couple

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charlesleclerc Gross take it off my feed

charlesleclerc Happy you two came to your senses ynusername What do you mean? charlesleclerc You two were gushing over each other behind each others back user35 Adorable user36 I want to be adopted

user37 This is upsetting and gross, they aren't good together

landonorris

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landonorris Summer break with puppy cuddles

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ynusername Give my Vettel baby back

landonorris You are confused that is my puppy ynusername I know where you live landonorris 😏 user38 Gag (Cute)

user39 Sickly sweet, I love it

georgerussell Too close for my liking children

ynusername Sorry dad, we will kiss in private georgerussell Good, daughter landonorris What the fuck is this ynusername Parenting 101 user40 HHAHAH WTF

user41 PR stunt

user42 I bet that's not her and she's dating Lewis

user42 They are a hotter cuter couple user43 Please get your head out of the grimy gutter liked by ynusername

f1news

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f1news Sending our love and congratulations to Y/N L/N as she wins her first world championship with Ferarri. After a tight season against Max Verstappen, she wins by a 10-point lead. Her maiden championship, and I only see more for our queen.

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user44 OUR Y/N, THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP WINNER

user45 Is she with Lando?

user46 She just won the entire year and all you can care about is her love life, leave it alone

user47 FERRARI

user48 The only true icon is red

user48 Ferarri red user49 Queen!

landonorris

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landonorris My sunshine, I have loved you since we were in F2 and you were the kinda scary but amazing driver who was winning races, but wouldn't give me the time of day. I later learnt you were told some incorrect things about me that built your walls up. After a racing incident in F1 years later, you heard me out, and here we are. Young, in love, a race winner and a world championship winner.

We've been through a lot already but I will always be by your side for eternity. I will love you forever my sunshine.

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ynusername My cutie xx

user50 CuTiE ?!?!? landonorris Love you forever liked by ynusername

lewishamilton You two have my heart

landonorris How's your wife? lewishamilton She's brilliant, we will have you around soon ynusername Please, you've been keeping her from me lewishamilton Wow, just because you introduced us ynusername YES liked by landonorris

user51 My standards have boomed

charlesleclerc My non-bio sister and her tramp aww

landonorris Dude wtf ynusername What, its accurate x user52 Charles popping out to throw some shade at Lando user53 I love it

mclaren Beautiful couple

(a/n Ah, so this is done, I may revisit this world later in life but for now, read away. I was quite happy with this one, I think i have better ones coming for lando and other drivers but this is still brilliant. I hope you all like it x)

(taglist: @moonylightmoon @smw-96 @formulaal @fall-bambi @erin-odonnell04 @wondergirl101ks @chaoticmessneutralplease @hwalllllllelujah )

[norristrii]

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☆ THE GRID

☆ HEADCANONS / DRABBLES

☆ CHAMPAGNE COAST EVENT

☆ TEXTING F1 DRIVERS

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hiiiii :3 me again :3

what about matt with a gf who’s in another sport!! f1 perchance?? up to you but just a thought!!

Slay! I made her a Ferrari girl to match the rangers red!!

Ps requests for moodboards are open!

[tommydarlings]

New mean!dom!charles now available on my Patreon ! <3

(not in order, 0.5k wc)

PATREON MASTERLIST !!! <3

[luvth0t]

RIDICULOUS ━ L.N

in which lando can longer cope with you laughing at the mere idea of being with him, and you realise it wouldn’t be that ridiculous. but it may be all too late.

warnings; nswf, smut, unprotected sex, friends to lovers, lando in the friend zone, implied that reader is a year or two older than lando, little bit of angst, choking, soft dom!lando, silly reader, overstimulation i guess, lotta praise, oral, fluff at the end if you squint

lando was infatuated the moment he met you.

it took a while to realise how strongly he felt, considering he met you at arguably the most chaotic time of his life.

his first year in f1, carlos his teammate; meaning you were around every race from the start, to this day.

he wanted his own photographer after a mere few interactions with you, but quickly realised he only cared about photos because you were the one occasionally taking them.

carlos signing for ferrari meant lando was losing two people; his teammate and you. his friend.

he’d jokingly asked you to jump ship, work for him instead. if only you knew how serious he was being.

you never looked at lando the way he looked at you. he was like a friends annoying little brother, one you couldn’t help but pity and adore.

he made you laugh, was fun to be around. a change from the personality’s you would come across in the paddock. it was no shock to you that carlos built a bond with him ━ as did you.

since joining ferarri you didn’t see the brit as much as you’d like, not that carlos’ new teammate was a let down. charles was lovely. you didn’t feel invasive taking shots of the pair of them.

but you still kept it touch. occasional group outings, dinners and celebrations. you weren’t oblivious to the way he always made time for you. but you were naive to the deeper meanings.

his flirtations were nothing of concern, to you it was a running joke. amongst many of you; you didn’t think lando actually wanted anything from you beyond platonic.

he could handle rejection. but being laughed at? he could only cope for so long.

“he begged me to invite you tonight,” carlos’ words were teasing, directed towards you yet his eyes rested on lando; out for dinner with a few other team members from mclaren carlos hadn’t caught up with in a while.

melbourne was one of your favourite races for this very reason, having to get here so early meant you had time to catch up with those in the paddock away from the craziness.

lando’s eyes lifted from the menu he was reading; scoffing immediately, already prepared to jump on the defence ━ not giving you a chance to speak.

“i was making sure you hadn’t forgotten anyone, y/n included.” lando corrected, flashing you a grin in the midst of his explanation, one you mirrored.

“i’d like to think my presence would be a given,” you huffed back at carlos; and lando felt a fool for allowing his heart to jump at the prospect of you also defending him.

“of course it is. just saying, lando was set on making sure you’d be here.” carlos smirked; eyes now on his own menu, pretending as if he wasn’t attempting to stir the pot.

“he misses you,” an engineer spoke up from besides lando, nudging the british driver who could only roll his eyes; not at all unfamiliar with being targeted with such banter. he copped it a lot worse when you were all on the same team.

“mhm, misses me. not carlos.” you grinned; practically bragged ━ nudging carlos this time; you’d grown a talent it seemed for redirecting the topic of conversation. trying too at least, and the way lando smirked made it clear he appreciated your efforts.

he’d nodded as well, confirming your words. in no way ashamed to admit he missed you more than the spaniard, while it didn’t seem like there was any truth to his words with the playful smile on his face; the assumption couldn’t be any closer to the truth.

“if you miss her so much you should go out for dinner just the pair of you,” carlos challenged quickly; earning an eye roll from yourself and a small giggle at the idea ━ oh the shit show that would be, you and lando out for dinner. you could read the headlines now.

lando caught the way you laughed, you however missed the way his eyes snapped to you in the moment. the way his smile faltered, merely from watching you completely dismiss and laugh at the idea of spending just a single dinner with him alone. what’s so funny about that? could it really be the most absurd idea? no matter how many times you reacted in such a way it always stung.

he recovered almost instantly however, like he always does.

“wouldn’t want to hurt your feelings, know you don’t like to be left out.” lando mused; earning another laugh from you ━ one that was music to his ears, hearing you laugh at his jokes was always enough to have him holding his chin a little higher.

“oh i’d be more than happy to see you finally get out of the friend zone.” carlos regretted his words the moment they left his mouth, catching the way lando’s smile fell and jaw tensed ━ quickly realising his teasing may have gone too far.

your lack of reaction killed lando more than carlos’ words did, the way you barely battered an eyelash ━ completely unbothered while he sat here trying to not pop a blood vessel. he wanted to defend the relationship or friendship you had, but there wasn’t much to defend.

because carlos was right, he was painfully stuck in the friend zone.

“how much longer till you realise these jokes got old two years ago?” you sounded awfully unbothered as your gaze remained on your menu, only looking up when another engineer spoke up.

“it’s just a joke?” he’d asked in full seriousness, eyes flickering between yourself and lando. he wasn’t on carlos’ side of the garage, always working on lando’s side. he barely interacted with you; only heard things through the grapevine.

“obviously.” you spoke as if it was…obvious, and the laugh you let out would’ve softened the blow of your words had lando not already heard this a thousand times.

“ah, ah, ah. don’t forget about silverstone.” carlos simply couldn’t keep his mouth shut; bringing up the night where everyone was convinced you and lando spent the night together.

which would be valid if you actually had, but you hadn’t. you went home together purely because you both were tired. he dropped you at your hotel room, didn’t even come inside. somehow no one believed either of you when you squashed their suspicions that ‘lando’s wish had finally come true.’

“don’t be ridiculous.” you scoffed, shaking your head ever so slightly. lando’s silence would’ve been deafening if others weren’t jumping in to speak, and maybe you would’ve noticed his lack of input if you spared him a glance.

he was managing to muster a fake smile, it was almost painful. any amusement he was clinging too had vanished, wanting the conversation to be over with.

“it’s not ridiculous.” carlos huffed; and lando almost wanted to nod in agreement. thank him even. because it wasn’t ridiculous, he didn’t think so at least. it made sense to him. you made so much sense to him.

“it is.” the nail in the coffin, lando couldn’t keep smiling anymore. you sounded oh so certain, all the while the smile hadn’t left your face. “come on now,” you added in exaggeration at carlos’ unconvinced face.

lando wasn’t sure what you said next, he didn’t want to hear it. he couldn’t figure out why hearing all of this was suddenly unbearable, but before he knew it he was not so subtlety excusing himself ━ something about getting another drink, before standing up and bee lining to the bar.

the abrupt departure didn’t halt anyone else’s movements, conversations continuing and carlos joining in a debate with his cousin and his old mclaren press officer; while your attention got stuck on lando’s full glass ahead of you.

he didn’t need another drink.

you watched as he weaved through the crowds, the way he failed to smile at anyone he passed by; the tension clear in his jaw; it almost appeared as if he was scowling.

it was funny, because your first thought was if you offended him. but you couldn’t figure out what possibly could have; it was laughable how unaware you were of his feelings.

“i’ll be back,” you excused yourself, standing up and following in lando’s directions without any hesitance; a slight frown on your face as you dodged people left and right to get to the bar.

you weren’t sure why the prospect of upsetting him upset you so much, but the sudden urgency to check on him was too powerful to ignore.

“rude to not offer a girl a drink you know?”

lando’s eyes only shifted towards you for a mere couple of seconds when you made your presence known. he could count on one hand the amount of times he wished to be alone when you were near, but this was one of them.

he was drained, unable to fake any more smiles or shrug off any more comments. blame it on the jet lag.

“apologises,” he hummed; not offering you another glance which had your suspicions confirmed, your furrowed brow showing concern not that he could see. his blue eyes were focused ahead on the busy bartender.

“you good?” you internally cringed as the words left your lips, unable to figure out a way to address the sudden mood without sounding overbearing or overstepping.

you watched as his shoulders tensed; as his eyes strategically continued to avoid you, only making the pit in your stomach feel deeper, as if it could swallow you whole.

“peachy.” his sarcasm was clear, and while it would usually be a relief it wasn’t laced with the usual humour. it was blunt, dismissive ━ and if you had any doubts left about being the reason for him running off, they were now squashed.

“did i say something━ did carlos say something?” the questions stumbled out of your lips in concern, biting down on the inside of your cheek. “i’ve tried to tell him to lay off with the jokes, it’s stupid i know.” you began to ramble.

lando finally let his gaze land on you, and the sight of your sympathetic eyes and worried frown had him feeling guilty. which was ridiculous, but suddenly he felt an urge to reassure you he was fine. that you hadn’t said anything.

but you had.

“it’s not the jokes,” lando cut you off; hands running over his head, even letting out a laugh at how pathetic he sounded. he was going to continue, explain it further; but he stopped himself.

he couldn’t. it was a can of worms that must remain shut.

you stood in silence for a moment, under the impression he’d keep speaking. but he didn’t. leaving you with no explanation; just further confusion.

“no?” you hummed; eyebrows raising. “because i totally get if it is. it’s ridiculous how they keep going on━” you were rambling again, trying to make the situation better. attempting to ensure he felt heard, that he could speak to you about what was bothering him.

so oblivious to the fact you were just digging yourself a deeper hole.

there was that word again; ridiculous.

“is it? is it really that ridiculous?” lando couldn’t stop the question from flying out of his mouth; only now turning to properly face you; in time to catch the dumbfounded look on your face from his question.

it took a few moments to try understand what he meant, coming up short as you stared at him clueless, lips parting to try come up with something to say but falling short.

“is what?” you mumbled, suddenly all confidence was gone. almost scared to hear the answer; purely because you recognised the doubt and regret illustrating his face.

but lando had nothing else to lose, you’ve rejected him in front of everyone else without realising. what’s once more?

“us. dinner us two, having gone home together in silverstone. this?” lando sighed out like it was obvious, hands waving between the pair of you.

because to him it was so obvious. the amount of times he’s almost asked you to join him for a meal, just the pair of you.

maybe if he had you’d see what he saw.

silverstone meant so much to him, having expected nothing from you but he thought about the taxi ride back to the hotel more than he’d like to admit. he could’ve sworn you’d been flirting with him that night.

he even thought it would’ve been the start of something.

optimism was a curse however, because stupidly lando thought perhaps after finally expressing his feelings that maybe you’d reveal your hidden reciprocation. that maybe you were scared like him.

but instead all he could see was shock. and confusion. and fuck, was that sympathy?

“what?” it was a weak response, but all you could muster. you were attempting to find any other explanation for his words, to figure out what he could be implying.

lando had to laugh, shaking his head as he faced the bar again; hands running over his face as you quickly realised he was being fully serious.

“it’s not━ we’ve never━ i mean it would be weird.” word vomit, you didn’t know what you were saying; usually so careful with your words you knew the moment lando looked at you in shock and offence you’d be haunted by that very sentence. “not weird━ but,” you attempted to fix your mistake, eyes screwing shut.

another laugh from him beat you to it however.

“ridiculous. i got it,” lando spoke through a breath, sounding incredibly defeated which had your stomach dropping.

you struggled to find words to assure him, still attempting to process what he’d just told you. you hadn’t ever looked at him in that way. he was always just… lando.

“lando…” you trailed off with a frown, only now starting to realise the position you both were now in.

the awkward tension was growing quickly and you’d never despised something so quickly. you refused to let this be the bitter end to your friendship.

“it’s fine. just drop it.” lando huffed, standing up straight; eyes finding yours once more. he didn’t want you to feel bad, he’d accepted long ago that his chances of you feeling the same were slim.

you can’t apologise for how you feel.

“no we should talk about it,” you disagreed, so much concern and care in your eyes it almost made him sick. he didn’t need that from you. and the last thing he wanted to do was talk about how he’d spent years pining over you.

he’d kept it secret for a reason, to avoid this.

“i’ll pass,” lando hummed; the half smile he mustered up did little to comfort you as he licked his bottom lip and glanced around the room. “i’m gonna head up,” he cleared his throat.

you’d gone to express your dismay with such thing, but he was walking off before you could get another word out; left alone at the bar dumbfounded and suddenly in need of a drink.

it would be quite sad to admit that one revelation could change your whole weekend. but it did.

you’ve never had trouble sleeping, in fact the jet lag usually knocked you out. yet you’d spent the best of your time in melbourne thinking through every word lando said. looking back on every damn interaction the two of you shared.

you felt like an idiot. because suddenly it made a lot of sense, what you failed to realise in the moment fell together piece by piece.

an insight into his intentions for the effort he’d put into the friendship over the last couple years was eye opening, and while you were unsure as to how you hadn’t assumed such thing sooner, you found yourself asking the question how it made you feel.

you’d be lying if you didn’t have a few moments of giddiness as you recounted certain times. how he drove you home from pre-season testing one time because you didn’t feel well. how he always got you flowers for your birthday.

suddenly your mind was consumed with the thought of lando every waking second. from the moment you entered the paddock on thursday you were looking for him. which didn’t make sense considering you had plans to avoid him.

you didn’t want to make things worse than they were. but for some reason he was the only thing on your mind, to the point it was becoming an issue as you tried to go about your work.

not once in your career had you been pulled up on anything, so when carlos questioned if you were okay friday afternoon ━ claiming you had been slacking, you knew you were fucked.

there’s no way you felt the same. surely not.

you had to stand by what you said. it’d be weird?

he was lando. annoying lando who couldn’t grow a speck of facial hair and flinched at the sight of fish.

except saturday, when you finally laid eyes on the driver again, it was cruel slap in the face of reality when you realised that was almost 5 years ago. you’d both changed. lando had changed.

you almost spiralled when you found yourself admiring the driver. had his mclaren top always been so tight around his biceps? had his skin always been so sun kissed? not to mention the way his curls sat atop his head.

you suddenly felt insane. you’d never looked at him in that light, never thought what if. but his confession had you a mess of thoughts, one’s you had to run away from. causing you to spend the rest of the weekend hidden away in ferrari’s hospitality.

you could only hide for so long, carlos had won ━ which was enough to get your mind off of the british driver for a whole 4 minutes until they were up on the podium together.

work was your priority however, but you couldn’t help but notice just how nicely lando photographs. you only ever focused on carlos, considering he paid your wage. but as you took shots and shots of the pair interacting before and after the podium from afar you couldn’t help but note how lando was practically glowing.

your head was a mess, and as you now stood in a random club in melbourne, you had no idea what your next move was.

you couldn’t exactly deny going out to celebrate when carlos had won. so your next wish was that lando simply wouldn’t be in attendance.

but he was, and your eyes hadn’t left him all night.

still having not spoken for days, you couldn’t shake the urge to congratulate him. yet for some reason you were scared, you didn’t trust yourself. fearing you’d say something you’d regret. which was a foreign feeling. lando was usually the easiest person for you to talk too.

however you could only stand in the corner with a drink as your only company for so long. a sudden wave of confidence washing over you, or more so desperation to stop being so childish, causing you to down your drink before setting off towards the british driver.

it was when you were only a few metres from him that you realised you should probably have a game plan, and if he hadn’t locked eyes with you there was a high chance you would’ve backed out. turned around and walked away.

instead you were left to improvise.

“good job today,” you smiled widely when you got into ear shot; unable to shake the tightness in your chest, feeling suddenly out of breath as if you had sprinted over here.

lando appeared much more relaxed than he had last time you spoke. which made sense. he’d put it on the podium, why wouldn’t he be in a good mood?

“thank you,” the driver grinned, unable to be stumped when he was still running high off adrenaline. plus, he figured you would pretend the other evening never happened. which he would happily take.

your script ended there however. you had no idea what to say. or where to look, since when was eye contact with lando hard?

“impressive from carlos,” lando managed to fill the silence, and you could feel the relief at the fact he’d saved you from creating an awkward silence.

“yeah, yeah i know. very proud of him. i’ll never complain about pain again.” you spoke through a dry laugh; one he mirrored, your lips pursing as you attempted to think of something, anything, to fix the mess you found you guys in.

to apologise for your rudeness? to explain your mindset? to just talk. you needed to talk to him, for your own sanity.

“look i just wanted━” you finally built the courage up to speak, but were interrupted as a blonde woman slid next to lando’s side, handing him a drink while doing so.

it shouldn’t have shut you up so quickly, but it did ━ eyebrows raising as you attempted to figure out how to respond to the image in front of you. one you’d never seen before actually.

“line was long,” the girl hummed in explanation, and you only just caught lando’s sorry eyes as his attention turned to the girl next to him.

he would be lying if he said he didn’t appreciate the lifeline that was the blonde he’d just met 20 minutes ago. he did not need to hear your reasonings as to why you should just remain friends, not tonight.

“i’ll um, i’ll talk to you later.” there was no way you’d try get your words out again, not when you barely spoke up the first time. yet for some reason, you’d hoped lando had insisted you could speak now.

instead left to watch as he nodded and offered you a small smile; practically sending you off on your way.

embarrassment was the one word to describe how you felt as you made your way to the nearest booth, attempting to hide away and let the darkness swallow you whole.

apart of you felt you should be grateful, maybe being interrupted was a saving grace. god knows what you were about to say, you definitely didn’t. but right now you found yourself in the same position as you were 5 minutes ago.

it felt selfish. lando had practically admitted to having feelings for you, that’s what you gathered at least, and you’d been unaware for years.

you’d been slightly uncertain in your feelings for five days and you felt as if you were losing your mind. you had no right for an explanation really, but you needed something. attempting to decipher everything to do with the main man of mclaren was giving you a headache.

although your vision became a bit clearer as you sat and watched him interact with the girl who’d placed the drink in his hands.

it suddenly made sense why you hadn’t seen him like this before. his attention was always on you, his efforts and time focused towards you if you were in arms reach.

which you couldn’t help but feel grateful for as you sat and watched your new personal hell.

you didn’t want to label it as jealousy. because that would be ridiculous, but it was beginning to be hard to watch the way lando whispered in her ear and grinned widely as he earned a laugh or two from the girl.

were you mad at the sight or mad at your own reaction? you weren’t sure. it felt wrong, to feel so strongly when only a few days ago you’d laughed in his face about the prospect of being with him.

what was it they said about you only want what you can’t have?

“it should be illegal for you to be sitting here moping after i’ve won.” carlos’ voice snapped you from your thoughts, being met with the driver who slid into the booth opposite you, a sheepish smile forming on your features.

“i’m not moping.” you huffed, leaning back in your seat ━ attempting to look and feel relaxed, allow your tense shoulders to loosen, glancing back to lando once more before your attention was on the driver ahead of you.

“you have been all week.” carlos disagreed, eyebrow raising as you frowned; not having a reply because he was right. and suddenly you felt horrible.

“i’m sorry━ that’s the last thing you need with the couple weeks you’ve had,” you sighed, head falling into your hands. it was as if you suddenly couldn’t do anything right.

you missed the way carlos smiled, having looked at the direct reason of your problems moments prior.

“don’t apologise.” carlos dismissed, assuring you it was fine; and when you peaked up through your hands, the smile he was flashing you was enough to put your mind at ease. “i’m assuming lando said something.”

there it was. lando. again. back in your head. as if you ever got him out.

you only sighed, head falling back this time as you now stared at the ceiling. of course carlos knew.

“you knew?” you huffed out, it clear you already knew the answer.

“everyone does.” carlos chuckled, and you wish you too could take amusement from the situation. how comforting, this whole time you’ve either appeared as an idiot or the biggest bitch.

“why wouldn’t you tell me?” you practically whined, looking back at the driver once more; watching as he put his hands up in defence and innocence.

“i thought you knew.” carlos claimed, sounding so honest you couldn’t question him ━ nor blame him. you shouldn’t have needed someone to spell it out for you. plus, you’re not sure what you would’ve done if you did know.

because it wasn’t like you were handling the current situation very well.

you had no answer, just left him to watch as you sat wallowing in self pity. you should’ve never chased him to the bar.

“he’ll be fine. look at him, moving on already,” carlos attempt to comfort you was more like a punch to the stomach ━ because you had to stop yourself from glaring at him. had to stop yourself from spitting out how that wasn’t what you wanted.

you didn’t want that at all, and that thought was suffocating. you were in no place to come to terms with your feelings, but right now they seemed to be demanding to make themselves known.

“i need air.” you huffed as you stood up, thankful that you had taken notice of the smokers exit not too far from you.

the crisp air felt like a soothing blanket, hitting your skin the moment you got outside. the balcony was empty and finally you felt as if you could breathe; allowing your arms to rest against the railing as the music became muffled and the sound of melbourne’s night life filled your ears.

it felt stupid, staring across the city skyline as if it would answer your questions. maybe the stars could align and write out a solution for you, tell you what to do.

but with every passing second you didn’t find any clarity or idea on what to do, how to feel. you shouldn’t want him. you haven’t wanted him before. it isn’t fair to suddenly feel so drawn to him after unknowingly rejecting him for so long.

but it was the reality. you’d been exposed to the idea of lando wanting you; and with every passing moment it became clear to you it wasn’t weird. it sounded fucking incredible.

the music suddenly filled your ears again, moments later becoming muffled as you became aware someone had joined you outside. it wasn’t till they spoke that you tensed up.

“it’s cold out here,” his voice was instantly recognisable, you didn’t need to look at him to know it was him.

“too hot in there.” you hummed simply in reply, feeling his presence next to you as he joined you in observing the city skyline; although you could feel his eyes burning into the side of your head.

falling into a comfortable silence was the last thing you expected, both too scared to speak up and face the inevitable. if you could stay like this forever you would. it was the first few moments of peace you’d known all week.

“we can pretend the other night never happened. i don’t want things to be weird.” lando spoke, words so soft as if you’d break. as if he needed to be careful with you.

his whole demeanour had you frowning, turning to face him. he shouldn’t be fixing this mess, nor prioritising your feelings over his. not when both of you had neglected his for so long.

you parted your lips to disagree, to tell him that was the last thing you wanted. you wanted to talk about it. it’s all you needed to do.

but quickly you realised that was contradicting your initial thoughts.

“if that’s what you want,” you spoke through a breath; unable to understand how you still couldn’t find the right thing to say when this very conversation has been the only thing on your mind all week.

it was lando’s turn to stay quiet, you watched as he thought through what to say; practically seeing his mind tick.

“i just want to know why it’s so ridiculous to you.” lando practically blurted the question out, as if he was almost afraid he wouldn’t say it ever if he didn’t now. it’d been weighing on his mind, it killed him that he had no explanation as to why you were so against the idea of him in anyway that branched further than platonic.

and while you wanted to give him an answer, you didn’t have one.

“i don’t know.” you answered truthfully. “i never looked at you that way lando i…” you trailed off, eyes getting lost in his when you realised just how close he was. your admiration these past couple days from afar was one thing; but up close was a whole new ball park. “you were like this little kid, i don’t know,” you struggled to articulate your thoughts.

“yeah five years ago,” lando’s response was quick and blunt; even with the chuckle that escaped under his breath, it didn’t lessen the intensity in his eyes that were now pouring into yours. it was as if he’d been wanting to say such thing for years. he was challenging you.

you’d gulped at his words, because he was right and you’d only come to terms with such thing these past few days.

“yeah.” you mumbled in agreement, suddenly feeling small under his gaze; it was all so new. you’d been in this position with lando countless of times, why did you suddenly feel as if every nerve inside of you was being set alight? why did you feel as if you couldn’t dare look away from his eyes.

you could spot the moment lando realised the change in your behaviour, the way his eyes flickered across your face; his lips parting ever so slightly as he took a breath.

he recognised the look on your face, purely because it’s how he would always look at you.

“it fucking sucked you know? having to sit there while you laugh at the idea of spending the night with me. even just going on a date with me.” lando hummed, voice barely above the whisper because with the minimal distance he didn’t need to speak any louder. although if he spoke any quieter you’d be worried you wouldn’t hear him over the sound of your rapid heartbeat.

you didn’t know what to say, head tilting aside ever so slightly as you watched him take a step closer; dangerously close now yet for some reason you found yourself leaning further towards his frame ━ and the moment you let your eyes flicker to his lips you knew you were done for.

“m’ sorry,” you mumbled; eyes pouring into his once more as if that would ensure he knew you meant it, but he didn’t want nor need an apology. but god would he love an opportunity to change your mind.

it was as if you could act without thinking again the moment his hand cupped your cheek, lips pressed onto yours in a rush that had your hand moving to find a grip in his shirt.

you didn’t know how to describe it, but suddenly everything made sense as your lips moved together in perfect sync.

the moment almost came crumbling down however when lando pulled away only a few moments later, heavy breaths as his hand remained on your cheek; eyes looking down at you as if you were gods greatest gift to earth.

but as much as this felt like heaven, lando knew he couldn’t risk this just being a one time thing. he refused to get a taste of you just to be starved again.

“if you don’t━” lando barely got his words out, you had him read; could see the doubt beginning to creep in. as much as he hated being vulnerable it was almost self perseveration.

thankfully however you didn’t give him much time to worry, shaking your head before tugging him closer to you ━ reconnecting your lips with such certainty lando had no room to fear or doubt you.

it was all he needed, the lid was off and he finally could act on his wants ━ hands moving to grip your waist as he trapped you between himself and the railing, lips moving against yours without a care in the world that anyone could walk out and see.

it was as if the kiss was the answer to all your questions, suddenly it all made sense. lando made sense; you felt stupid, how had you denied yourself of such thing for so long?

your hands were tangled in his hair, his were clutching your sides for dear life ━ large hands pawing at your waist then your hips, having to stop himself from getting too greedy and travelling any further.

so caught up in him you quickly realised you needed to breathe, pulling away momentarily; yet you had no time to recover as lando only busied himself with peppering kisses on your jaw.

naturally you tilted your head back, a sigh of content escaping you as you invited him to explore more of you. and lando was not going to ignore such thing, soft kisses now pressed to the skin of your neck.

suddenly you were incredibly aware of the closeness, the way his body was pressed against yours; the cold railing behind you doing little to cool your hot skin; his knee pressing between your thighs having your eyes fluttering shut.

heaven was the only way to describe it.

but really you were on the smokers balcony of a crowded melbourne club, a reality that hit the pair of you as the door swung open and laughter and chatter was suddenly heard.

your eyes flickered to the group who appeared, lando regrettably lifting his head and glancing over his shoulder. the group was unbothered by your presence, you weren’t sure the pair of you were even noticed.

lando’s grip had tightened on your waist ever so slightly, as if you could slip away from him like the moment had.

“we should get out of here,” you spoke through heavy breaths as your eyes met his, watching as his lit up with both relief and eagerness. he only nodded, taking a step backwards as his hands ran over his now crinkled shirt.

the pair of you may had gotten yourselves together in those few seconds, but as you worked your way through the crowded club towards the exit, it was quite clear what had occurred.

the elevator ride only caused swollen lips and messy hair, and you struggled to keep your hands off of him once in the back of a taxi ━ kissing him was addictive, that’s the only thing you could think of right now.

the silence wasn’t awkward as you stumbled into his hotel room; only the sounds of quiet laughter as he struggled to find his room key. small curses escaping his mouth as he failed to move in the urgency he was currently feeling.

it was messy the way you both discarded your shoes and belongings, a few words and mumbles exchanged before he was tugging you into his chest again ━ lips once more reconnected.

the space allowed you to wrap your arms around his neck this time, body practically melting into his hold. you wanted to apologise again, explain your thoughts over the last few days, how your change of heart had occurred.

you weren’t even sure it was a change of heart; more so just now thinking about new possibilities.

but lando seemed to be the thing that could put those thoughts at bay, finally your mind was silent ━ all senses consumed with the man in front of you.

you weren’t sure which wall he’d backed you against but you didn’t care; welcoming the familiar feeling of his lips on your neck once more ━ taking the few seconds of your brain not being foggy to tug on the end of his shirt before trying to push it up his body.

he got the memo, ridding himself of his shirt and you could feel your breath get caught in your throat at the sight of his toned torso.

“what do you want?” lando’s question was matched with an intensity that almost had you squirming, his knee pushing between your thighs once more as you peered up at him.

you were suddenly lost for words, unsure how to vocalise what you wanted.

him. just him. anything he had to offer.

the feeling of his finger running up the side of your leg gave you plenty of ideas; but you were too flustered to articulate such thing.

the sight of you dumbfounded had him letting out a breathy chuckle, eyebrows raising in expectance ━ yet somehow it just had you squeezing your legs together.

“anything.” you mumbled, cheeks a tint of pink as he only smirked at your answer; you hadn’t realised how desperate you sounded. you weren’t sure you’ve ever sounded so needy.

“gotta be more specific pretty,” his grin told you he was revelling in your flustered state. how could he not? his mind was running wild with plans to have you a needy mess all for him.

the term of endearment was new, a boundary that had never been crossed in your friendship; yet it sounded so natural. what wasn’t natural was the way your heart seemed to flutter at the compliment.

“want me to touch you?” lando was almost mocking you as his hand moved to push your hair back out of your face, cupping the side of your head while doing so to ensure your eyes stayed trained on him ━ and the mere act had you falling further into submission.

it was pathetic, you were somehow able to identify such thing ━ standing here with parted lips and wide eyes, having nodded at his words almost too eagerly. you needed to control yourself, at least for now; he’d barely touched you yet.

“what do you want?” your words were no where near as confident as his, but you weren’t complaining; the confidence suited him, it only had you wanting him more.

you watched as his shoulders lifted in a slight shrug, attempting to keep your mind off his finger that was dangerously close to the hem of your skirt.

“want to ruin you so you’ll only ever think of me if another man touches you.” lando was honest with his answer, you hadn’t expected such words to escape his mouth. such bluntness, what sounded like a promise had your knees feeling weak ━ the idea sounding perfect to you.

but he wasn’t finished.

“want you to cum on my fingers.” he added quietly, your legs spreading ever so slightly as his hand finally ventured under your skirt. “then my tongue,” he practically chimed; head ducking down to your neck now, his hot breath fanning your skin.

thinking was only getting harder, his words were turning your mind into a puddle, much like the state of your undergarments.

“then my cock.” he concluded before paying extra attention to the skin on your neck, kissing intently as you let out a shaky breath.

attempting to process such words from him was difficult, but you were quick to figure out it sounded incredible to you.

“hm?” his hum was a taunt, head lifting to look at you once more, watching as you nodded quickly.

“please,” you practically whimpered, god you’d get on your knees and beg. lando almost groaned from the word leaving your lips alone, the way you were looking up at him with doe eyes had a grin forming on his face, one you mirrored for a brief moment.

the man couldn’t believe his eyes, a sight he’d dream of too many times was in front of him in the flesh and he wanted nothing more but to make sure you too would never forget these moments.

his lips returning to yours almost had you failing to notice the way his hand slipped under your skirt, finding your soaked panties with ease. he groaned into your mouth as he realised how wet you were, your only reply a slight tug on his curls.

light and teasing touches were only tolerable for so long, you could deal with his fingers dancing around your clothed folds while his lips stayed on yours ━ but when he pulled away your breaths became irregular, clinging to every ounce of patience you had.

you were about to whine when his hand pushed your panties to the side, slipping a digit inside of you without warning was enough to have you choking out a moan ━ hand flying to grip his bicep to ensure your legs wouldn’t give out on you.

lando was watching you as if you were gods gift to the earth, thumb settling on your clit naturally that within seconds of him getting to work your eyes were fluttering shut ━ head falling back against the wall.

“you’re soaked baby,” his words were barely audible; too in awe of you, but you still managed to catch them as you nodded ever so slightly.

“for you,” you breathed out ━ not that it needed clarifying, but the reassurance had the driver smirking proudly, even rewarding you as suddenly a second finger slipped inside of you.

for him. lando would never had thought that would ever be possible. if he wasn’t so focused on getting you off he’d be replaying those words in his mind again, and again.

suddenly it was becoming hard to keep quiet, strings of moans and whimpers escaping you in succession, causing lando’s pants to feel incredibly tight. but that was the last thing on his mind, holding you against the wall with the only goal of having you come undone in his grasp.

his name sounded heavenly as you moaned it, so much so lando thought no one else should ever speak it again ━ nothing would compare to that.

“look at me.” lando’s demand was so calm you almost missed it, eyes still fluttered shut as your thighs squeezed around his hand. despite hearing him you couldn’t act, control of your body slipping away ever so quickly with the way his thumb was circling your sensitive bud.

lando’s breathy laugh wasn’t enough to capture your attention either, his touch was all your mind could focus on. so it was when his free large hand trailed up your body to wrap around your neck that your eyes fluttered open.

his eyes were inquisitive, clearly attempting to gage a reaction to the action which had your lips parting despite having no pressure applied. however it was the way you clenched around his fingers that told him enough.

the slight squeeze of your neck was enough to draw a moan out of you, and lando could only hum in content. you were fucking perfect.

it was quickly becoming overwhelming, pleasure suddenly building so quickly ━ eyes pouring into his as you struggled to form words.

“close,” was all you managed out; lando’s nod was in sync with his curled fingers ━ your nails digging into his skin as he brushed the spot that had your legs almost giving out.

you were holding onto him for dear life, moans growing louder and whinier as your vision started to become starry despite having your eyes open.

“let go baby,” his words were enough to push you over the edge, releasing onto his fingers as you practically panted his name like it was a prayer.

lando had concluded a long time ago that he couldn’t fall for you more than he already had; but as he watched you come undone, he realised he’d been wrong. your beauty truly knew no ends ━ and he was only now more eager to watch your face contort in pleasure again and again.

admiration filled your own eyes as they opened once more to peer up at him, flushed cheeks and a sheepish smile spreading on your face as you attempted to catch your breath.

“you’re incredible,” lando couldn’t stop the praise from escaping him, and watching the way your smile grew had him feeling no regret either; no shame like he usually would when a compliment perhaps too sentimental slipped passed his guard.

however this time it was reciprocated, you could see the meaning behind it ━ not dismissing it as a friendly comment, instead it had your already flushed cheeks reddening further.

“you are.” you spoke like it was obvious, even letting out a small giggle ━ sounding somewhat out of breath but such thing was granted. your arms moved to wrap around his neck again, both to ensure he stayed close and because your only strength was in your arms.

your legs already felt like jelly.

he’d read the situation with ease, because suddenly his hands were hooked under your thighs ━ halting you up as your legs instinctively wrapped around his torso.

your skirt was bunched at your hips, ruined panties almost shameful. your hands spread out against his toned back, unable to help yourself from feeling as much of his flexed muscles as possible.

messy kisses were exchanged as he moved you through the hotel room, lips lazily moving against each other before your back was hitting his plush mattress.

the sight above you rendered you speechless, no shame in your eyes raking over his frame as he stood at the foot of the bed ━ you quickly felt overdressed.

your own hands found the hem of your shirt, peeling it off your body, no bra meaning your upper body was exposed to the brit.

you could visibly see him gulp, his eyes dancing over your half naked frame as he took a few deep breaths; tongue flicking over his bottom lip. the man even shook his head in disbelief, unable to help himself when you invitingly leant back on your elbows.

he was on top of you within moments, situating between your spread legs as his head found the exposed skin of your chest, open mouth kisses pressed to your neck, slowly making their way to your breasts.

“you’re fucking beautiful.” he’d practically grumbled, your fingers finding his curls once more you could only whimper as his teeth tugged on your skin momentarily.

“want to make you feel good,” you whispered, unable to ignore his hard on pressing into your hip ━ the feeling had you squirming, keen to feel more of him.

he’d shushed you however, not being derailed as his kisses moved to your stomach now, your head hitting the pillow as you tried to control your breathing ━ left to stare up at the ceiling momentarily.

“i feel amazing,” lando spoke matter of factly, his hands spreading over your thighs as he parted them to his liking ━ your eyes flickering down, not expecting to meet his blue ones.

he looked like he was ready to devour you, it made your core practically ache ━ offered no relief as your legs could only squeeze against his hold.

he was quick in removing your skirt, and your panties ━ having you bare for him before he was hooking your legs over his shoulders. but his urgency seemed to still there, kisses pressed to your inner thighs instead of your glistening cunt.

“lando,” you’d whined, using all your strength to ensure you could keep your eyes on him, a pretty sight that was rendering you impatient. “please,” the plea left you in desperation.

you could still feel his breath on your thighs, not where you needed him, and when you heard him chuckle lowly your eyes had to press shut to keep your composure.

“oh baby,” he dragged out; cooing so sweetly your eyes narrowed when they met his again. “needy little thing,” he commented; quirking an eyebrow your way and you couldn’t argue, only pout.

he wasn’t wrong, much to your surprise. you’d never found yourself in such position, needing and craving someone so badly. depending on someone else for pleasure was practically foreign.

“not gonna make you beg,” lando ended your torture, if you could even call it that, mouth connecting with your cunt and your jaw dropped as his tongue quickly found your clit.

you were already sensitive, back arching immediately as you moaned out softly ━ hands flying to find his curls again.

pure ecstasy was the only way to describe the feeling, his tongue working so perfectly that you were fighting to not press your thighs against his head ━ body moving with every action, his hand moving to press down on your hips and keep you in place.

your eyes caught his own for a mere few moments, seeing him look up at you however had your own eyes rolling back; too sensitive to stay cool with the onslaught of pleasure.

he was everywhere, consuming every one of your senses ━ tugging on his curls your only outlet as you moaned and shook.

you weren’t ever sure you’d be able to cum from head alone, but you were about to find out ━ pathetically close already, stomach tightening having barely recovered from your first orgasm.

you forced yourself to gaze down at him again, wanting to see his head between your thighs ━ watch the way his arms flexed as he held you in place with ease.

his tongue was flicking between your folds, then paying attention to your clit; never missing a beat, it flood over you suddenly.

you could no longer hear the sounds you were making as you came again, back arching off the bed once more ━ seeing stars, lando sure to catch the sight as you came undone for him again.

it was a blur the next few moments, not present as lando shifted your legs off of his shoulders and back onto his knees, but once you realised the sight in front of you it didn’t take long for you to push yourself up the bed so you were sitting up.

“you good?” lando’s voice was soft now, ensuring you were okay; not oblivious to your tired body. you nodded however, a lazy smile spreading on your lips in reassurance, hooded eyes taking him all in. you just wanted to feel all of him.

“perfect,” you breathed, leaning forward to connect your lips without another word. it was greedy, a few moments of no contact and you were drawn to him again. you just wanted more and more, and the way lando’s hands flied to your waist showed it was truly reciprocated.

you pushed him slightly to sit down, switching positions so he was resting against the headboard now ━ it didn’t take much force, he was letting you guide him, hands delicately roaming your fatigued frame.

climbing into his lap your hands made quick work of his pants, unzipping them and moving all material out of the way to finally free his hardened cock.

lando moaned into your mouth the moment your hand wrapped around his length, pumping a few times was the relief he’d been ignoring since you entered the hotel room.

he struggled to kiss back for a mere moment, causing your eyes to flutter open, lips curving upwards at the sight of his face contorted in pleasure.

fuck you could get used to that image.

“come on baby,” lando rasped out as his hands found a home on your hips ━ guiding them upwards ever so slightly. “fuck yourself on my cock yeah?” there was a slight smugness in his tone; the type that had you falling into submission once more, despite him vocalising your plans.

your arms moved to hold onto his shoulders, enough to help steady you as you guided your hips on top of his, lowering yourself down onto his cock.

the pair of you gasped in sync, your forehead resting against his as you took him all in at once, jaw going slack from the stretch.

you stilled, needing time to adjust to his size ━ and lando had no complaints, the feeling of you wrapped around him having him content.

“you feel fucking incredible,” the driver rasped, lips brushing against yours as he spoke; and you could only whimper at first, a few deep breaths escaping you.

“so big,” you mumbled; having to swallow intently before mustering the energy to begin moving ━ eyes pouring into his as you began to ride him.

the closeness and intimacy would usually scare you; heck, it would normally terrify him. yet somehow it felt right, as if this wasn’t the first time between the pair of you.

your nails dug into his skin once more as you shifted up and down, lando’s hands only on your skin to ensure he had a hold on you ━ letting you set the pace as he watched, jaw tense and eyes adoring.

“fuck lando,” you whined when he’d bottom out once more, hitting a spot so deep inside of you that your toes were curling ━ the sound of his own grunts and moans only adding to the pleasure.

“doing so good for me gorgeous,” his praise only encouraged you, words so delicate. you sped up as much as you could, not too fast but with more urgency than before; as much as your sore body would allow.

it wasn’t long before you started to tire, your moans grew whinier but you didn’t need to say anything ━ a choked moan escaping your throat when his hips suddenly thrusted up to meet your movements.

you hadn’t thought you could feel more full but you were wrong, and lando didn’t relent as he started fucking up into you.

you were like a doll in his hands, as he started to practically move you up and down his cock; his own hips continuing to thrust up you couldn’t keep up, eyes screwing shut as your mouth fell agape.

“fuck lando fuck,” you were practically chanting; a string of curses and his name; it all felt too good. fucking perfect, you couldn’t comprehend any of it.

“take it baby.” he grunted, and you nodded so quickly as if you’d ever disappoint him, fingers reaching to his back and nails dragging across the skin ━ his thrusts harsh, not slow but not too quick that you wouldn’t have time to feel every inch of him.

your head was thrown back, exposing your bare chest further to him ━ which lando made the most of for the time being, lips ducking down and attaching to one of your nipples for a few moments.

but as your sounds got louder he needed to be able to see your face clearly, hand moving up your back and tangling in your hair to force you to look at him.

“open your eyes princess,” he practically demanded, and at this point you’d do anything he said without question; eyes fluttering open to look at him.

his stamina was impressive, not surprising, still bouncing you on his cock as if it was nothing ━ but the way his breaths got shaky and his hooded eyes revealed he was feeling the pleasure like you were.

“who’s making you feel this good?” lando’s question escaped him without much thought; he just needed to hear you say it. wanted to revel in the fact he had you in such a state. your praise and reassurance held such a high value to him.

“you, lando, you,” you whined out in response ━ and you felt his hand move back to your hip, needing to use your own strength now to keep your head upright. “feels so good,” you told him ━ squeezing him as you did so.

he’d groaned at the feeling, almost having cum on the spot; thankfully he didn’t, because he needed to see you fall apart one more time.

“want to cum again yeah? that you want?” his mouth seemed to know no ends, the taunting only making your stomach grow tighter as you nodded to the best of your ability.

his breaths were heavy now, hands travelling to your ass as he used that as his grip of your body instead.

“wanna hear you say it,” lando grumbled ━ head ducking into the exposed skin of your neck, more kisses pressed onto your skin and the thought of marks being there from the amount of attention he’d paid to it was the last thing on either of your minds.

you were struggling now, too fucked out to process his words as quickly as he’d like ━ so much so a harsher thrust upwards had you aware you needed to answer him, yet you already forgot what he said.

“too fucked out to form words baby?” lando teased now that he knew he had your attention; and he chuckled once more when you shook your head quickly. “want to hear you say it.” he repeated, eyes piercing yours.

“wanna’ cum again,” your words were laced with desperation, needing to take a breath between sentences as his cock spread you open. “please let me cum,”

the british driver’s hum of satisfaction turned into a moan of pleasure at your plea, sounding and looking so pretty for him, it was clear you’d done enough as you felt his hand snake down between your bodies to your clit.

your vision went white practically immediately, almost yelping from how sensitive you were; thrown over the edge with little warm as you came on his dick ━ practically screaming his name as you did so.

lando came inside you merely a few seconds later, jaw slack from the sight of you and the way your walls squeezed him once more ━ only now was his thrusts sloppy as you both rode out your highs.

you were practically limp in his lap, forehead pressed against his shoulder as his own head rested against the headboard; heavy and irregular breaths filling the silence.

his hand moved to your head, fingers running through the strands of your hair comfortingly, the action causing you to hum in appreciation.

both of you were content with the silence, purely because neither of you knew exactly what to say. what to do. this was unexpected, to say the least.

you sat up straight after a couple minutes however, eyes meeting his ones; noticing the lack of intensity and confidence they held prior.

he was studying you as well, attempting to not spiral into a ��what now.’

this meant a lot to him, he wouldn’t put that on you ━ that wouldn’t be fair. but you already had a good idea.

“i was wrong.” you finally managed to say what had been on the tip of your tongue, offering a small smile as his eyebrows raised in question.

he didn’t fully understand.

“about this. us. not making sense. being ridiculous.” you clarified, and the realisation washed over his features. you could feel him tense up slightly beneath you ━ shaking his head quickly.

“we don’t have to talk about it right now,” he assured in certainty. he didn’t want you to feel obligated to protect his feelings because you slept together.

which you appreciated, it was cute. he was thoughtful ━ which shouldn’t be a surprise.

“i’m not promising anything,” you clarified, dismissing him this time; you didn’t feel obligated at all. you weren’t saying you’d be his girlfriend and expected flowers when you woke up, but you needed him to know you no longer stood by what you said. you were also relieved to be able to articulate your thoughts. “but i was wrong.” you hummed.

a lazy smile spread on his features at that, acting like a catalyst for your own. a mumble of an okay and laughter was exchanged, before his lips were on yours again; a gentle kiss this time.

one you could certainly get used too.

━━

a/n: 615 days later and i’ve finally finished another fic. hope y’all r still there 😀😀

incredibly sorry for my inactivity and special shout out to everyone who has continued to support me despite the radio silence??? i love u

anyways i don’t love this but the fact i had the motivation to see it through was enough. hoping it’ll ease me back into writing and getting back up to standard, so apologises that it’s a little rusty 🫶🏼🫶🏼

what hasn’t changed is that it’s currently unedited and the ending is rushed hehe

as always feedback is always very much appreciated love u all mwahhh xoxo

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rivals — ln4 & op81

pairing: lando norris x reader x oscar piastri word count: 30k warnings: sexual situations (foreplay, making out, groping) drinking, swearing, descriptions of a crash & the aftermath, thoughts of death/depression, and infidelity. includes: driver!reader, maneater!reader, asshole!lando, submissive!oscar, oscarxlando, drama and more drama. summary: challengers!au…. when ferarri’s princess is forced to retire at the peak of her career she finds herself lost with no purpose. racing was all she had ever known and it was ripped right out from under her with no warning. feeling hopeless she pours her passion back into mentoring oscar piastri— mclaren’s reigning champion. old feelings emerge, rivalries reach their breaking point, and ex-teammates show up when oscar least expects it. yet all y/n wants to see is some good fucking racing. a/n: ahhh!!! ok here she is in all her 30k words of glory! please enjoy and let me know your thoughts :)

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Italian Grand Prix 2023

The rumble of twenty V6 engines, pit crews and TV presenters talking, last minute checks over the car, fans roaring– it’s all background noise as you’re sat snugly in the cockpit of your race car, waiting for the formation lap to start. You close your eyes and take a couple deep breaths, grounding yourself as you try to prepare for the next heart pounding adrenaline inducing two hours. Your body relaxes and you allow yourself to enter racing mode, your senses are heightened, mind sharper than a tack. When you open your eyes you only see a clear track in front of you and a navy blue Red Bull to the left of you. 

It was time.

If the giant Rolex branded clock didn’t confirm it for you then that static in your ear piece followed by 30 seconds till formation from your race engineer Alice did. You’re second on the starting grid, with Verstappen in front of you and your teammate Leclerc right behind him, you know you’ve got your work cut out for you. Not to mention that you’re in Monza this weekend, so a Ferrari 1-2 is the ultimate goal. Your visor comes down and your hands grip the wheel as the formation lap starts. 

When you line back up on the grid you take one last final breath and wait for the famous five lights. The little red lights that let you know it’s time to unleash every ounce of talent, of wheel knowledge, everything you’ve got to be the first one to see the checkered flag waving. 

The lights go out and away you go.

It’s an amazing start off the line from you and you’re able to quickly get past Max and become the new race leader, an advantage that you’re glad to have had considering Monza isn’t the easiest track to overtake on.

Beautiful Y/N - your race engineer's soothing voice fills your ears and for a second you can breathe, but it doesn’t last long because you know you’ve got Max Verstappen behind you. The man who will make a move if he sees the slightest opportunity and you know you’ve got to defend this position with your life. It makes you feel a little better knowing he’s got Charles behind him to keep him busy, but this is Formula 1 and things could change in the blink of an eye. 

You’d held the lead beautifully for a quarter of the race, but on lap 15 of 53 you hear box box over the radio. 

Seriously? You question back, knowing this was not the plan you’d gone with in your meeting this morning– or the other five million that Ferrari insisted on having. You wonder if maybe you’d been pushing too hard and ate away at the tires, but you knew that wasn’t true. Tire whisperer was your middle name and from what you could tell you still had a good amount of laps left on these babies. 

Yes, box now. Alice’s voice is firm and the pit lane is fast approaching, so you obey orders and pull into the pit lane entry. It’s an insanely fast pit stop, but when you come back out onto the track and see that you’d been undercut by Max you’re immediately pressing the radio button. 

Real nice pit stop timing– plan C is what I want now. 

We don’t think that’s possible at this moment.

Well I’m making it possible.

Even though Max had undercut you, there isn’t a doubt in your mind that you’re not winning this race. You were leading this championship for a reason– you were the best and it was as simple as that. A little undercut wasn’t going to ruin this race, especially when these tires were going to last you for the remaining 38 laps. 

It was crazy, you know, but taking risks was something you had to do in the world of Formula 1. So, you grip the steering wheel, take a deep breath as best as you can, flip Max the bird as you pass him and become one with your car. 

On lap 45 of 53 you no longer see Max Verstappen in a Red Bull behind you in your mirrors, but the all too familiar red colored car reflecting back at you. As the laps wind down you can actually start to hear how loud the crowd is and when you’re the first to see the checkered flag you know tonight is going to be a night you won’t forget. 

The crowd is electric, actually it’s more than electric. It's indescribable as you step out of the cockpit and carefully onto the top of the car that’s parked in front of the P1 placard. Your pointer finger proudly showing off your number one position to the multiple cameras pointed in your direction. Waves and kisses are blown towards the crowd before you’re quickly running over to your team and jumping into their arms over the barricades that are set up. Praises fill the air and when Charles finally comes over to the team it’s an even bigger celebration. You embrace your teammate, both of you congratulating each other before focusing back on the people who make all of this possible.

The cool water that awaits you at your pedestal feels better than winning for a brief second, your helmet and extra gear already ripped off you as you chug it down like liquid gold. 

“You’re one crazy motherfucker you know that?” A familiar Dutch accent fills your ears as he pats you on the back. 

“Just a casual Sunday drive for me.” You shrug your shoulders at Max, a smirk splayed across your lips as the bottle of water hovers near your mouth. 

A team member directs you towards the area where the pre podium interviews will be held before you can discuss anymore with Max. A Ferrari cap sits atop your sweaty head as you speak with David Coulthard— your smile beaming as the adrenaline still courses through your veins. “Wow. I don’t even know what to say about your drive out there today. Was a one stop the plan all along or was that something you just ended up doing?”  

The crowd is so loud you can barely hear him, the massive Ferrari flag waving in the grandstands behind him only adds to the atmosphere. “Yeah, I mean it wasn’t anyone’s favorite plan, but I knew when I came back out onto the track that these tires were gonna last me till I saw that checkered flag wave and they did. So I think that speaks for itself don’t you?” 

He asks a few more general questions, but all you can think about is that podium and the feeling of the biggest trophy in your hands. “Always a pleasure talking to you and seeing you on that top step. Congratulations again Y/N.” 

You give him a kert thank you before booking it to the cool down room and preparing yourself for the impending celebrations. 

In the McLaren garage Lando watches the podium from the monitors. He knows he should be in the media pen, answering the same questions over and over again and he pretends not to hear his publicity agent holler his name. In his defense the TIFOSI are celebrating not that far away– it’s hard to hear anything over them and the Italian anthem filling the air. He’s experienced a podium in Monza once, but as a McLaren driver it’s never as special as if he were a Ferrari driver.

The monitor that’s still playing the podium celebration is his only focus at this point and he doesn’t even notice Oscar coming up beside him. Lando’s too busy watching you get sprayed with champagne and the way you look with the said champagne dripping off of you. The way you look like you were meant to be up there with the thousands of fans screaming for you down below. The biggest trophy held high above your head as you smile out at the crowd. 

“She’s something isn’t she?” 

Lando jumps slightly at the sound of Oscar’s voice, yet his gaze never wanders from the screen. The Australian shuffles his feet to stand next to Lando, his eyes joining in on the spectacle on the monitor in front of them. 

“Yeah she is.” Lando mumbles. 

Truth be told you’re more than just something. You were a prodigy– a generational talent. People knew you’d be talked about as one of the greats forty years from now. It took blood sweat and tears and then some to become the first female Formula 1 driver in decades, and you sure as hell weren’t going to be some mediocre driver who barely made it into the points every race.

You were here to win– to be the best and that’s what you are. Another twenty five points added to your championship lead and perhaps after you win the championship you’ll no longer be the Princess of Ferrari, but the Queen. 

Lando watches as you grip the champagne bottle by its neck, lifting to your lips and taking a long swig from it. “I’d let her fuck me with that bottle.” He doesn’t even realize he’s said that out loud until he hears Oscar scoff from beside him. 

“Of course you would.” 

Oscar would too– he just has a better filter than Lando. 

Charles, Max, and you pose for some pictures and then with a final wave to the crowd you’re off the screen and the cameras change to the season's stats so far. Lando turns to face his teammate with nothing shy of a serious look on his face. “We are going out tonight.” 

Oscar furrows his eyebrows, there was nothing to really celebrate tonight. “We barely made it into the points. Is that really worth going out for?” 

“We aren’t celebrating us you muppet. We are celebrating Y/N.” 

“Ah of course, because we are so close to her. She probably wouldn’t even let us near her section if we tried.” 

Lando rolled his eyes at Oscar– he could be so pessimistic sometimes. So what if Lando could count on one hand how many times he’d held a conversation with you that lasted longer than a minute. That didn’t mean you didn’t like him. In fact, maybe you liked Lando so much that you kept your distance to remain professional. Either way he was going to actually talk with you tonight and yeah it was unprofessional, but if things escalated tonight, he wouldn’t oblige. 

The sound of Lando and Oscar’s names echoed through the McLaren garage and in an instant both of their publicity agents were now standing in front of them, unimpressed looks on their faces as they dragged the two drivers towards their interviews.

“I’ll get the details from Carlos alright? Don’t sit around in the room tonight– live a little Oscar.” Lando says as they enter the chaos that is the media pen.

Oscar only nods at his teammate as his agent is already pointing him in the direction of his first interview. 

A perk of the McLaren boys being so late to do their interviews is that they get the privilege of being in the pen at the same time as the three podium placers. Max and Charles walk in first, but no one pays that much attention to them. 

When Y/N waltzes in– now that’s a different story. 

There’s an immediate surge of energy in the air. Your name is echoed through the air like a prayer and each press official wants to be the first person to interview the race winner– to interview you. Your smile lights up the room and you don’t even look like you’ve just been through a grueling two hours in a race car. You’re radiant and everyone’s eyes are on you, even the ones that were mid interview.

When you end up next to Oscar in the pen he feels the air escape from his lungs. He tries to act cool, like he didn’t even notice you next to him, or that he wasn’t freaking out like a fanboy right now, but he totally was. It also seemed that the person interviewing him was more focused on you than Oscar, their eyes glancing over towards you every few seconds, but Oscar couldn’t blame them one bit. 

He thinks he blacks out for a moment when you leave to go to your next interview and you smile at him. It wasn’t even a full teeth smile, just a small one that you’d give to a person in public on the sidewalk. Yet it made him weak in the knees– his hands gripping the barricade as he tried to collect himself. 

Oscar had talked to you even less than Lando, but he’d come to the conclusion that you smiling at him outweighed all of Lando’s conversations. And his previous doubts about going out tonight had suddenly vanished. He was a man on a mission and you were that mission.

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The music pounds in your chest as you sit on the plush velour couches in the VIP section of this random club in Monza. Strobe lights move across the room and the faint smell of marijuana fills your noise while you’re sipping on what was clearly not your first drink of the night. Charles sat across from you with whatever girlfriend this was at the moment and a couple other drivers that you liked well enough to invite out. 

It was times like this that you thought that maybe you should be a little more outgoing in the friend department, but you weren’t here to make friends. Sure you talked to the guys– you weren’t rude, but it was always professional conversations– always consisting of racing.

You were close with Charles, purely because he’d been your teammate for the past two years, but other than that you didn’t pay much mind to anyone else on the grid. You were here to win races, not form lifelong friendships, but that didn’t mean you didn’t like to have a little fun every once in a while. 

Which was what you planned on doing tonight. 

Oscar and Lando seem like two middle school boys with no date to the Valentine’s day dance as they stand awkwardly near the bar. The music is deafening and Lando’s mad that Carlos, who was the one person who could have gotten them into your section, decided to bail on coming out tonight at the last minute. The last hour had been spent on trying to figure out how to get in without Carlos, but they both seem to be failing in the brainstorming department tonight. 

Lando’s ordering another drink from the bartender when he feels a sharp jab in his side. He turns his head to find Oscar pointing out towards the dance floor– his eyes follow Oscar’s line of direction and what he sees has his mouth agape. 

There you are on the dance floor– in a red dress that fits you perfectly and teases anyone who was looking. You stand out, like a beacon of light and Lando and Oscar were sailors lost at sea. The way your body moves along to the rhythm and you seem to get lost in the music. It’s a sight that neither of them can seem to tear their eyes away from. That is until you decide to head back to your section and before Oscar can oblige Lando decides their best option for tonight. 

“Let’s just go and talk to her.” He grabs Oscar by the hand, his shoes dragging against the sticky floor as Lando pulls him towards you. Oscar knows there’s no real plan in place and he fears they’re going to make fools of themselves. 

Once they make it through the sea of sweaty bodies a red velvet rope and a burly bouncer are all that separates the two McLaren drivers from you. The bouncer stares down at them– his expression stone cold as he crosses his massive arms over his chest, muscles bulging under his shirt. 

“Sorry. Invite only.” His Italian accent is thick as he speaks to them. 

“We know her. We’re drivers too– for McLaren.” Lando counters back, praying it’s enough for the man to lift the rope and let them pass. 

The bouncer stares at them, squinting his eyes like he’s trying to tell if they are actually who they say they are. For a brief second they think the man recognizes them, but their hopes were crushed as soon as they appeared. “Invite only.” The bouncer states again as he stands there like a brick wall. 

Lando cranes his neck around the man, looking into the VIP section, hoping someone recognizes him and Oscar, but the person who comes to their rescue is the last person either of them expected. 

The red dress is what catches Lando’s eye first and when his eyes travel up and land on your face he gulps. There you are standing behind the rope that’s been their main obstacle tonight and when you lean over towards the bouncer and whisper something in his ear the man seems surprised.

If Oscar was as good at reading lips as he thought he was it looked like the man mouthed something along the lines of are you sure back at you. You nodded your head firmly towards the man before sitting back down on the plush couches, your lips wrapped around the straw from your drink as you stare down the two McLaren boys. 

Oscar and Lando think they’re dreaming when they see the bouncer lift the rope and motion for them to enter. Oscar feels like his feet are stuck on the floor, he never thought they’d get this far tonight, especially after Carlos bailed on them. He feels Lando’s hands on his back, pushing him forward while mumbling something about hurry up before she changes her mind. 

They’re both stumbling messes as they hurriedly enter the VIP section. They hear some of the other drivers greet them, but their attention is lasered in on you. How you’re sitting there sipping your drink and looking like the sexiest and scariest woman they’d ever met. 

There’s a beat of silence for a moment between the three of you as you all just stare at one another– some rap song fills the silence as the bass vibrates in everyone’s chest. 

Oscar notices how your gaze lingers on Lando more than him and he realizes he needs to be the one to speak up first. “You were fucking incredible today.” 

Your eyes immediately dart over to Oscar and a smile creeps its way onto your face. “Thank you.” 

“No really. It was like something completely different to what everyone else was doing out there today. It was like it wasn’t even racing.” 

You simply nod at him, what were you supposed to say to him? You knew you were good. 

Oscar looks around his eyes identifying the other drivers who’d been graced with a prior invite into your section. Leclerc, Hamilton, and Albon, but no Verstappen. “Max didn’t want to come out tonight?” 

You scoff and shake your head at the Australian. “He only likes to celebrate when he’s on the top step, not the bottom one. He’s a sore loser– probably already on his private jet back to Monaco as we speak.” Someone comes over with a tray full of shots and sets them down on the nearby table. You grab one for yourself and motion for the boys to grab one as well. “Go on, have a little fun. You two did pretty decent for yourselves today didn’t you? You both scored points if I recall correctly?” 

Lando and Oscar both nod and grab a shot glass from the table, quickly downing it before setting the glass back down. They watch you as your lips wrap around the shot glass and you tilt your head back, letting the liquid burn as it goes down your throat. When you set the shot glass back down you notice the boys standing there like lost puppies. The awkwardness and nervousness radiating off them makes you giggle. You knew the power you had over men and oh was it such a fun game to play. 

“I heard through the grapevine that you’re doing Formula E next season. Did you lose your seat or what?” 

Lando’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head– he’d not spoken to another soul about it, besides Zak. “How did you even know about this? But no, I didn’t lose my seat. I wanted to explore other forms of racing. Trust me– my seat will be waiting for me when I’m done.” 

You nod at the British driver as your eyes flicker over to Oscar, who you know is thinking the same thing. No one who makes it to Formula 1 just decides to pursue other types of racing— maybe once you’ve left your mark, but not a handful of years into your career. You guess you all would see if he did still have his seat when the time came. “It’s Formula 1 darling. There’s no such thing as secrets in this career field. The paddock whispers and the majority of the time she’s never wrong.” 

The club starts to feel suffocating and Lando uses his need for fresh air to maybe get you away from the chaos for a moment. “Do you smoke?” 

You raise your eyebrows at him in surprise– a small laugh spilling past your lips. “Cigarettes?” 

“Yeah.” 

“No. Do you?” 

“Yeah. Do you wanna go outside?” 

You glance over at Oscar who seems less than impressed with Lando at the moment, but you’re intrigued to see where this goes. So, you stand up, smooth the front of your dress and let Lando and Oscar lead the way. 

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The fresh air feels amazing when it hits your skin, it makes you feel alive–awake almost. You’re grateful there’s only two people out here in the little smokers area, the last thing you need is for people to be shoving their phones in your face. You notice Lando pull a pack of Marlboros from his jacket pocket and then proceeds to pull a cigarette out before handing the pack to Oscar who copies his actions. 

You three sit at one of the little tables set up outside and you watch as they smoke their cigarettes. “This isn’t the eighties anymore. Do your trainers know you guys smoke?” 

“If the drivers back in the day could do it why can’t we?” Lando says as he takes a particularly long drag.

“Like I said it’s not the eighties anymore.” You taunt. Oscar quickly puts his out with the heel of his shoe before you start in on him. He never really liked cigarettes to begin with, but then he started hanging around Lando and well now everytime he drank he craved one. “See, this is your problem. You think racing is about trying to be like the ones who came before you or that it’s some image you have to fit into. That’s why you’re stuck fighting for P10.” 

“We don’t necessarily have the best car at the moment.” Lando counters back, flicking the ash off his cigarette as he eyes you. 

You shake your head at him. “Yeah, but having a good car is only a small fraction of the bigger picture. To be honest you’re not actually a Formula 1 driver. You don’t even understand what racing is.” 

Lando smirks as he takes another puff from his cigarette, the smoke billowing in your face. “What is it then?” 

“A relationship.” 

He scoffs at your answer. “Is that what gets you all those wins? Seeing racing as a relationship?” 

“It is actually. When you become one with your car, with your team, engineer, everyone that makes this whole thing run you’ll understand. You’ll feel it and it’s like you all understand each other. It’s some fucked up version of love, but it’s there. It’s like I’m sometimes not there in my body when I’m driving and the part of me that is in this relationship takes over and I just exist in that moment. Racing– being a Formula 1 driver is more than just driving a fast car and living a luxurious lifestyle. It’s a commitment and when that commitment is taken seriously the outcome is beautiful.” 

Oscar had never heard someone talk about racing like that before, but it made sense, especially coming from you. Everytime you got in that car your drive was like a piece of art. Every win of yours deserved to be in the Louvre. You truly were the face and epitome of what was Formula 1. 

Your phone lights up with a notification and when you see just how late it is you know it’s time to call it a night. “Well boys. It was nice to chat with you, but it’s time for me to head back to the hotel. See you at the next race.” You give them a small wave goodbye and head back towards the chest rattling music. 

Lando sits up in his chair, the night had just begun and he was far from done talking to you. “Wait!” You stop walking and turn on your heels to face the boys, an eyebrow raised in question. “Are you on Facebook?” 

You audibly laugh in Lando’s face at his question. “Facebook? Is this 2010?” 

Oscar speaks up for the first time since you three came out here. “I think he’s trying to ask for your number, which is what I’m also doing… right now.” 

Your eyes dart back and forth from Oscar to Lando. “I don’t doubt you both follow me on Instagram. Is that not enough?” Oscar and Lando feel their stomachs drop, they knew they shouldn’t have gotten so ballsy with asking for your number. When they don’t answer you realize how serious they are about it. “You both want my number– for real?” 

Oscar and Lando vigorously nod their heads at you, clinging onto the last little bit of hope they have.

“I’m not a home-wrecker.” 

“We don’t live together.” Oscar states as he watches your hair gently move with the night breeze. 

Lando doesn’t miss a beat with his reply. “It’s an open relationship.” 

“Also Lando has a girlfriend.” 

“I do not!” Lando slightly raises his voice towards his teammate. The asshole was clearly trying to get one up on him. 

You laugh at their antics, they were such desperate needy boys and you were loving this. 

Lando shuffles forward in his seat, his elbows resting on the table as he leans forward. “Why don’t you come hang out with us later? We’re all at the same hotel. We’re in room 231.” 

Oscar’s head whips around to look at Lando, he was not expecting to have a sleepover tonight. 

You laugh a little at his proposition. “Is money that tight at McLaren that they’ve got you two sharing rooms?” 

Lando and Oscar glance at one another, the answer was yes, but they weren’t going to say that. “No, it was a hotel mistake.” 

“You want me to come tuck you in?” Your tone is nothing shy of teasing. 

“No. We can just keep talking about… racing.” 

They were determined– you’d give them that. You had never paid much mind to the McLaren boys, but after your interaction with them tonight you were intrigued to say the least. A small smile stretches across your face as you bid the boys farewell once more. “Goodnight.” 

You know they watch you walk all the way to the door and you know they’ll be waiting all night for you to show up. 

It’s not butterflies that you feel in your stomach when you realize just how tightly you’ve got them wrapped around your finger already– no it’s something much stronger than that. 

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Later the night Lando and Oscar wait impatiently in their shared hotel room for you to show up. The AC rattles and the TV plays some random Italian show that Oscar pretends to watch. 

“She’s not coming.” Oscar states after the end credits roll on what he thinks is the third episode of the show. 

“She might.” Lando’s lounging on his bed, aimlessly scrolling through his phone. 

Oscar glances over at Lando. “You made it sound like we wanted to fuck her in here.” 

Lando scoffs. “Well we do want to fuck her in here.” 

“What exactly was your plan with this invitation? I mean let’s say she did come over. We both keep desperately trying to shoot our shot and hope that she ends up making out with one of us? What’s the other person supposed to do? Go sit in the bathroom?” 

Lando shrugs, he hadn’t thought that far in advance, but it didn’t sound like a horrible plan. “Sure, if it came to that.” Oscar laughs at how unbelievable Lando sounds right now. Really he’d like nothing more for you to show up at their door and have your way with him, but Oscar was realistic– Lando not so much. “What do you think it’s beneath you? Is Oscar Piastri too good to take one for the team and wait it out in the bathroom?” 

“I think it’s beneath her.” Oscar had realized that The Princess of Ferrari was definitely taking pity on them earlier. And if you did show up at their room tonight then maybe Oscar would start to believe in a higher power. 

“What if she chooses you? You’d have no trouble sending me away.” 

Oscar rolls his eyes at his teammate. “She’s not coming, Lando.” 

Then as if the universe wanted to humiliate Oscar there’s a knock at the door. The boys halt their movements and lock eyes, wondering if they’d just heard the knock in their heads. Then as if on cue another knock sounds on the door and their both scrambling to straighten the room as quickly as possible. 

On the other side of the door you can hear them clambering around and shouted whispers echoing through the room. You smile as you imagine the undeniable chaotic scene unfolding on the other side of the door. You hear the door opening and you quickly step back, you didn’t want them to know you were eavesdropping.

When the door opens there stands Oscar and Lando, both with only boxers on, but Lando’s the only shirtless one. You can feel their eyes burning into your skin– you’d perhaps worn the shortest athletic shorts you own and a cute little jacket on purpose. 

“Hi.” Comes from both of them, but you only greet them back with a smile. 

You three sit on the carpeted floor and talk about dumb shit like what junior series you raced in and if Oscar’s boarding school experience was like the crazy stories you’d heard of. The mini bar was soon fully raided and combined with the prior drinks from the club– you were feeling a little out there with your questions. 

“How often does this happen?” You motion between the three of you with your almost empty seltzer can. “You guys going after the same girl?”

“Not as often as you’d think actually.” Lando states as he takes a swig from his drink. 

“Really?” You don’t believe him one bit. 

Oscar shakes his head. “We don’t usually have the same type.” 

“Are you saying I should be flattered?” 

“No… I mean you’re everyone’s type, aren’t you?” Oscar states like it’s a known fact. 

Which, in all honesty, it practically was a well known fact. You never had an issue in the relationship department. Men and women– they both loved you and wanted you, and well the feeling was mutual. You were comfortable with your sexuality, but you could feel the tension or unexplored tension between Lando and Oscar. They were both too needy and pathetic looking to not be at least a little curious and you were going to be the one to get the ball rolling. 

“What about the two of you?” You ask, your head spinning with endless possibilities. 

Oscar furrows his eyebrows at you. “What do you mean?” 

You don’t say anything– you just keep looking at them. Waiting for one of them to crack. 

“Oh. No… is that surprising?” Oscar’s cheeks start to turn pink when he understands just what you were insinuating. 

Yes it’s surprising you think– what F1 driver didn’t have a little fruitiness to them? 

Then you see Lando with a weird smile on his face and you know you’ve hit the jackpot. “What is it?” 

“Well…” 

“No.” Oscar is furiously shaking his head at Lando, he does not want you to know about this, but he can already tell his actions are futile.

“Tell me.” You straighten your posture, attention solely focused on them and what Lando’s about to spill. 

Lando keeps teasing and Oscar can tell you're absolutely chomping at the bit to hear this, so he concedes. Maybe you’re drunk enough to forget this in the morning. “Just tell her.” 

You watch as Lando’s eyes travel from you to Oscar and then back to you. The anticipation is killing you and just when you think you can’t wait much longer Lando speaks. 

“Oscar and I have jerked off together before.” 

The image of it flashes in your brain and it’s everything you could have thought of and more. “Like you helped each other or?” 

“No. We were always in separate beds.” Oscar explains but when your eyes widen he realizes what he’s said. 

“You’ve done it more than once?” 

Oscar’s scrambling to do damage control while Lando sits there with a grin on his face. “Twice! That was it and it was during a triple header both times… can you blame us?”

You put your hands up in defense. “I’m not judging.” Judging was the last thing you were doing– fantasizing was more like it. 

There’s a beat of silence between the three of you and when you down the last of your drink you realize what you had was the last of everything. “We’re out of drinks.” 

You all glance at one another– not sure where to go from here. Do you leave? Do you stay? Do you try to get more to drink? Then as abruptly as you decided to do a one stopper during the race earlier, you get up from the floor and take a seat on the end of one of the beds. 

“Come here.” You command. 

The boys look at one another and then over to you, neither of them moving. 

“Um– which one of us?” Oscar asks. 

Lando on the other hand doesn’t wait for you to answer. He’s up off the floor and next to you on the bed faster than the car he drives on Sundays. Oscar quickly follows suit– settling in on the other side of you. 

You feel both of their eyes on you, the anticipation killing them, and the fact that you’re fully in control at the moment. You look back and forth between the boys, almost like you’re playing eeny meeny miny moe with them. After what seems like a tantalizing few seconds you land on Oscar and you can feel the nervousness and desire radiating off of him.

You lean in and capture his lips in a kiss– it’s sweet and he kisses you with a softness that somehow had you craving more, but you knew you had Lando waiting his turn. So before you got carried away you broke apart from Oscar and turned to face Lando. He’s eager and wastes no time once you lean in towards him. His lips are rougher and kissing Lando is the complete opposite of kissing Oscar. Lando’s more passionate and rushed and he’s more handsy than Oscar. It’s like day and night with them. 

You pull away from Lando and then after a few seconds they both lean in at the same time to kiss you. It’s awkward at first– heads are bumped and giggles travel softly through the air, but eventually you make it work and you’re kissing them both at the same time. It quickly turns more heated, tongues dancing with each other, mouths moving in sync. It's messy and hot and none of you can seem to get enough– hands are everywhere and you all get lost in the moment. 

That’s until an idea sparks in your brain and you find yourself slowly backing out of the kiss and before you know it you’re leaning back on your elbows watching the show in front of you. 

For a moment Oscar and Lando get lost in one another. Their eyes are closed yet their mouths work together like they’ve mapped every inch of one another. It makes you wonder– hope that they’ve done this before. It’s like a work of art in front of you and you find yourself getting lost in the way they kiss one another, but you know you can’t be greedy if you want to make whatever this is last. So, you sadly interrupt the two drivers. 

“Okay.” They immediately break apart, eyes wide as they realize what they’ve been doing. “I’m going to bed.” You get up and head towards the door, acting like this hadn’t just made you feel crazy. 

Lando and Oscar are feeling fifty million emotions at the moment but when they see you head towards the door Lando realizes he hadn’t gotten what he asked for in the beginning. “What about your number?”

You’d just made out with them and they're still so hung up on your damn number? “I told you I’m not a home-wrecker.”

“Please.” Oscar knows he sounds desperate, but that’s because he is. 

You think for a moment, you could just give them your number, or you could make this a little fun. And with you fun is always going to win. “Alright. How about this? I would say whoever wins the race would get my number, but we know that's not going to happen. So whoever places higher up at the next race can have it.” 

Lando smiles, but Oscar feels the loss already. You notice how starkly different their reactions are and you focus your attention on Oscar. “You can beat him. You should beat him, actually.” 

Lando doesn’t know if he should take offense to what you’ve said or use it as fuel to beat Oscar tomorrow. Either way he doesn’t appreciate the sudden favoritism towards Oscar at the moment.

“Are you saying you want me to?” Oscar’s confused as to what you meant. 

“I’m saying you’re not going to get my number if you don’t.”

“Yeah, but what do you want?” Oscar asks and you all know he’s not implying what you want but who.

“I want to see some good fucking racing.” 

Silence fills the hotel room for a brief moment before you bid them goodnight and walk out the door. 

The boys sit there shell shocked, still processing what had taken place moments ago and your words still hanging heavy in the air. They both knew they had to lock in and do everything in their power to beat one another at the next race– and to them your phone number meant more than a trophy or points at the moment. 

Lando glances over at Oscar, but his eyes travel down south when he spots something out of the corner of his eye. “Need some help with that?” 

Oscar looks over at Lando and follows his gaze down to his raging erection. He punches the Brit in the arm before abruptly standing up. “Fuck off Lando.” He hollers as he heads towards the bathroom. 

“Maybe we can tell Y/N it was three times instead of two!” Lando laughs as he leans back on the bed with his arms behind his head. He was determined to get your number– come hell or highwater. 

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Singapore Grand Prix 2023

Two weeks later Formula 1 is racing at the Marina Bay Circuit. You haven’t spoken to Lando or Oscar since that night, but the whole weekend you’ve been catching their eye, fleeting glances are shared during media day, and when you stand somewhat close to them during the driver’s parade they both feel like they're going insane. 

Sunday arrives and you’re on the top step again and when the celebrations are over you watch the race in your hotel room during the early hours of the morning.  A smirk paints itself across your face the longer you watch, the McLaren boys didn’t disappoint. They put on a good show from the midfield and when Lando sees the checkered flag before Oscar you’re pulling out your phone and pulling up his contact– a favor from Carlos. 

Your fingers type out the message– the intent behind it is clear as day and when you press send you wait for the knock at your door. 

you: congrats P8 winner. i think you deserve a more elaborate prize, don't you? 

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A few weeks later Lando and Oscar are at the MTC doing some training, sim work, media obligations– all the fun stuff. They’re in the gym doing weights when Oscar asks the question. 

“You fucked her yet?” 

Lando sets the dumbbell down, surprised at what came out of Oscar’s mouth. “I’m not telling.” 

“What do you mean you won’t tell me?” 

“I don’t kiss and tell.” Lando shrugs. 

Oscar scoffs as he does a few more reps. “Since when?” 

“Since she told me she’d stop seeing me if I told anyone.” Lando says matter of factly. 

“Well she had to know you’d talk to me.” 

Lando stares at Oscar for a moment, amazed at how adamant he is to hear about him sleeping with you. “Isn’t this hard for you to hear? Do you like torturing yourself or something?” 

“I’m happy for you really.” Oscar replies, but his heart isn’t in it. “Just give me a sign to tell me. If you aren’t going to say it outloud give me a sign. At the next race if you two slept together, wave at me or something.” 

“You want me to wave at you while I’m driving a car at 200 miles per hour?” Sometimes Oscar was a freaking idiot and this was one of those times. 

“Yeah. It’s simple enough, but I’ll know what it means.” 

With a smirk on his face Lando shakes his head at the Australian, he knew this wasn’t going to end well, but he’s a man of his word. “Alright.” 

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Qatar Grand Prix 2023

Even with floodlights lighting up the track instead of the sun– it’s still sweltering as you push the car to its limits around the Lusail International Circuit. The humidity has you drenched in sweat and you can’t seem to shake the Red Bull behind you. 

It had been a tricky weekend for you, but a great weekend so far for Oscar and Lando. Oscar had managed to win the sprint yesterday, you were P2, while Lando was P3. It was weird having them be a part of things with you, but a big part of you loved it. And from the way the race is playing out today it looks like they’ll be joining you up on the podium, especially after Max has a mechanical failure.  

As the last ten laps of the race tick down you have no idea of the thing that is about to go down between Oscar and Lando. Finally after being stuck in Oscar’s dirty air for the majority of the race Lando manages to overtake him. Oscar looks to the left and sees Lando’s gloved hand sticking out as best as he can and the unmistakable action of waving taking place. 

He feels his stomach practically drop out of his ass. He knew they had to be hooking up, but the reality of it made him want to be sick. It should be him with you, not Lando. Anger courses through his veins and he uses it to overtake Lando on the last lap, securing himself P2.

The podium celebration is awkward, well at least for Oscar. He watches as Lando and you drench each other in champagne and when you turn to spray Oscar all he can think about is that damn hand waving at him. He pretends that he doesn’t feel Lando pushing his hand out of the way when he goes to wrap it around your waist as you three pose for pictures. And in the post race team meetings he won’t even look in Lando’s direction. 

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The rest of the season is played out as civilly as it possibly can be. Oscar’s still bitter about losing you to Lando, but knowing that he’ll be gone next season heightens his spirits somewhat. Lando and you continue to secretly hook up and you wonder if you actually have feelings for him or not. 

Racing is still your number one priority of course and no one, especially not Lando, is a distraction to you in your pursuit of that championship title. The last few races you work your tail off training and honing your racing craft. It’s a close title fight between Max and you and when it comes down to Abu Dhabi you know this is what all these years of blood sweat and tears have been for. You’re pushing the car to the maximum channeling every bit of strength and knowledge you have to win.

And when you’re the first to see that checkered flag you don’t even feel like you’re in your body. It’s all a blur, it’s surreal, and when you’re holding that championship trophy with the biggest smile on your tear stained face you know you deserve this more than anyone. As the congratulations and celebrations begin you realize how addicting this is and you know that this is the beginning of a new era for you. A champion era. 

Yet some eras, though they are mighty, are shorter than others. 

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Mexico Grand Prix 2024

The vibrant colors and culture of Mexico fill the paddock as you scan your pass and go through the turnstile. Photographers are lined up like it’s a red carpet event to get pictures of the world champion walking in and like always you flash them a smile while signing various items for the fans that flock towards you. 

Media day isn’t your favorite, but is it really any driver’s favorite part of a race weekend? This Grand Prix you’d been graced with being a part of the press conference with a few of the other drivers first thing this morning. Your manager Mia was waiting for you as soon as you entered Ferrari’s motorhome and the two of you went over your schedule for the day as you made the trek to the press conference.

It’s interviews first thing this morning, then some social media content with Charles, a track walk with your inner team, and then meetings with the team as a whole to end your first day in Mexico City. It’s a booked and busy day– per usual. 

You’re the last to enter the room for the press conference and you immediately spot the driver in the obnoxiously bright papaya team kit sitting on the white couch, who’s accompanied by Russell. 

“Someone’s late.” An Australian accent fills your ears as you join your fellow colleagues on the couch. 

“I’m actually right on time.” You state as you glance down at the luxurious watch on your wrist, then back towards the Australian with a knowing smirk on your face. 

Oscar and you had grown close over the course of the season. He’d become a friend– which was something you’d never thought you’d hear yourself say about one of the other drivers, but it was true. It had helped that McLaren’s car had seemed to come alive this season, so you were actually able to get some racing in with him this season. He was good and you were starting to wonder if he might become an issue next season when it came to the championship. 

The other McLaren driver or you guess you should say ‘ex-McLaren driver whose seat is being warmed by Pato O’Ward until he apparently comes back next year’ has become more than a friend to you. It wasn’t a secret to the world that Lando and you were clearly together. Formula E’s schedule is basically half of what Formula 1’s is– so seeing each other hasn’t been a difficult process. You two would come and support each other when you could and spend time together when you could. It wasn’t super serious, but it wasn’t super casual at the same time, to you at least it was a good balance. 

The press conference was underway not too long after you had gotten settled and of course it was the same questions as always that were asked towards you. 

Do you think you can maintain this championship lead? 

Do you think you'll get your second championship win this year? 

The season is winding down and the points are close between Max and you? Who do you think will win? 

Is Ferrari doing everything they can to help you win this championship? 

The questions and their answers you think you could recite in your sleep by now and if it wasn’t for your publicity agent staring you down like a hawk from the corner of the room you’d be tempted to give a smartass response to the press, but instead you give them the same answer with nothing but professionalism and poise. 

Thankfully the riveting questions were soon over and you could get on with your day. Maybe if they asked you interesting questions you wouldn’t dread it so much, but the majority of the reporters are men– the same men who ridiculed you when you got your seat, so you can’t expect much from such small brains. 

As you’re getting up from the couch Oscar strides over towards you with his hands stuffed awkwardly in his pockets. “Hey, do you want to get lunch later?”

You glance over at Mia, fully expecting her to be chomping at the bit to get you onto your next task, but she’s too engrossed in her phone at the moment, which means you had some time to play with Oscar. “I don’t know Piastri. I’m pretty booked up for the rest of the day.” 

“You’re too busy for me?” The words slip right past his tongue and he regrets saying them as soon as he hears himself say it. He watches as your eyebrows furrow and he knows you’ll reply in that laughing yet condescending tone that you always do when he gets too comfortable around you. 

“What makes you think you’re that high up on my roster?” 

Oscar internally cringes, just when he thinks he’s wormed his way closer to you, you go and show him just how much power you hold and just how much he’s not Lando. 

You notice how Oscar switches his weight back and forth on his feet, he’s uncomfortable, and really you didn’t mean to make him uncomfortable. It’s just so much fun and easy to make him squirm and really you do like Oscar. You wouldn’t tease him like you do if you didn’t.

Oscar had amazing qualities, he was a hell of a driver and he was kind and gentle– obedient. 

The opposite of Lando. 

You offer him a genuine smile to try and bring him back from whatever mental hellscape he’d reverted into. “Listen, I’ve got social media content to film with Charles and then I’ll text you about lunch alright?” 

His eyes light up and he stands tall and confident in front of you– his hands now at his sides instead of stuffed into his pockets. “Ok, I’ll talk to you later?” 

“Yes, I’ll text you.” You reassure him before heading off towards Mia before she’s the one dragging you away.

When it came to filming content with Charles there was never a dull moment. The two of you were so competitive that if it was a challenge video you’d think it was life or death between you two. You actually don’t mind the content side of your job. It’s a hell of a lot easier than some of the stuff you have to do and sometimes it can be really fun. The food videos have to be your favorite– during the Dutch GP a stroopwafel hates to see you coming. 

After spending almost two hours filming things individually and with Charles you find yourself sitting at an umbrella covered table with Oscar in the middle of the bustling paddock. A turkey club sits on the plate in front of you and you’re thankful you escaped having to eat whatever your trainer had planned for you for lunch today. 

Oscar and you talk about this weekend and if you think he’ll be on the podium with you. He thinks there is a good chance– you don’t let him know that you think so too. As much as you love to tease Oscar and mess with him, you have grown fond of spending time with him. Besides Charles and maybe two other drivers, Oscar is the only one that you enjoy spending time with. You’ve found that he can make you laugh– like full belly laugh and it’s Oscar’s favorite thing, but he won’t tell you that. 

There’s a beat of silence between you two as you continue to eat your lunch and your eyes can’t help but linger on him. His hair has gotten long– he’s been away from home too long to get it cut and it’s starting to fall into his eyes. The slight breeze that travels through the paddock has it billowing through the air. When he turns his head to look out at the paddock you try not to stare at the little curls that are starting to form at the nape of his neck and before your mind can start to wander you abruptly clear your throat and start a new conversation. 

“Did Lando tell you he’s coming to Brazil?” You ask before stuffing another bite of the sandwich in your mouth. 

Oscar’s heart skips a beat at the mention of Lando, but not in the way you’d think. “Yeah he told me.” 

“We should all get dinner or something.” You offer. 

He shrugs, pushing his salad around on his plate with his fork. “Yeah if you want.” 

You eye Oscar as he continues to play with his food instead of eating it. He was nothing but bunny teeth smiles and laughter a moment ago and now you’d think he hated the world. You set your sandwich down on your plate, wiping your hands on your pants before you rest your elbows on the table, leaning in as you speak. “What’s up?” 

His eyes flicker up from his plate towards you. “Nothing.” 

“Oscar.” He just stares at you with that same bothered look on his face. “This whole thing you’re doing is stupid. You’re not good at it. If you have something you want to say then tell me. Don’t play this broody mysterious thing with me. It’s dumb.” 

He sets his fork down and crosses his arms across his chest, suddenly defensive. “I’m not doing a thing. I’m just…” His words trail off and he knows he shouldn’t say it, but he wants to so badly. 

“Well, go on.” You pry, your body language mimicking his. 

“I’m surprised you guys are still seeing each other.” 

You both stare at each other for a moment, Oscar in disbelief that he finally worked up the courage to say what he’d been thinking and you in disbelief that he had the nerve to comment on your relationship like that and it made you wonder– what did he know?

“Okay.” You simply state, grabbing your food and getting up to leave. You weren’t going to have this conversation here or with Oscar. 

“I’m sorry!” Oscar blurts out when he sees you leaving. 

You stop and turn back to face him, your emotions starting to get the better of you. “Why did you want to have lunch with me today?” 

“I told you I just wanted to hang out with you.” 

“Don’t be such a fucking pussy. Is he seeing other girls while he’s away? Is that what this is?” Your anger is starting to boil over and you think if Oscar tells you that’s the case the remainder of this turkey club may be launched across the paddock. 

Oscar on the other hand wants to punch himself for digging himself this hole and he knows it’s only going to get deeper, especially when he’s talking to you. 

“No. I mean… I don’t know. That’s not what I’m trying to say.” He’s chewing on his words and it’s a sorry sight to witness. 

“Then what are you trying to say, Oscar?” You wait for a response, anything to imply what he’s trying to say and when you’re met with silence you don’t think you’ve ever been more annoyed. A scoff and an eyeroll is all he gets from you before you’re turning back around to leave once again. 

You’re not even a foot away from the table when he blurts out the last thing you expected. 

“He’s not in love with you.”

You immediately spin on your heel and face the Australian driver once more, your anger had officially boiled over. “Who says I want somebody to be in love with me?” Love was a strange thing for you, you didn’t crave it. You wanted loyalty instead of love, you wanted someone who matched you, who challenged you. The word love was used so much in today’s society who even could actually say what love was? To you– it didn’t mean a thing. “When did I say I was in love with him?” 

Oscar swallows hard– his Adam's apple bobbing. “You didn’t.” 

“So why would I care whether or not he loved me?” 

“I guess you wouldn’t.” Oscar says with a shrug. 

“Cool.” You’d hoped this would be the last time a conversation like this happens with Oscar. 

“Cool.” He replies back and you think this whole thing is over with, but then he goes and opens his mouth again. “Don’t you think you deserve it?” 

You study his face and you see that look he’s giving you, it’s been the same look he’s given you since that night in Monza last year. The same look when you ultimately chose Lando over him. It made you sick to look at him, to see the longing in his face over you. “Jesus fucking christ.” 

“I mean who wouldn’t be in love with you?” He challenges and you want to grab him by his stupid McLaren polo and knock some sense into him, but you just laugh at him and turn to leave for the final time. “Sorry.” Oscar says again and he knows he overstepped your boundaries, but god if it didn’t feel good to soil a little bit of what Lando and you had.

“You know I think you might be the worst friend in the world.” You tell him as you throw your lunch in the trash, your appetite long gone by now. 

“Maybe.” 

“Definitely. Thanks for lunch Oscar.” 

He watches you leave until you disappear into the crowd of various team kits and prays that you don’t punt him into the wall on Sunday. 

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Brazil Grand Prix 2024

A week later Formula 1 is in São Paulo and Oscar and you have barely spoken. He’s been dreading this week ever since he found out Lando was coming, now add in your argument and he’s ready for the week break before Vegas to begin. 

Oscar’s in McLaren’s hospitality early on race day chatting with a team member when he hears Lando before he sees him. The way people still flock to him and how he makes a big entrance even after leaving the team goes straight through Oscar. Lando could use a lesson in humility, but he wasn’t going to be the one to give it to him. He feels a heavy hand land on his shoulder and he knows exactly who it belongs to. 

“Hi mate. Long time no see huh?” Lando says with a grin on his face. 

Oscar nods his head at the Brit. “A couple months I think.” 

“I think we need to catch up.” 

Oscar watches as Lando strikes up a conversation with the worker at the snack bar and the way he tries to charm everyone he meets makes him sick. In all honesty Oscar did have some issues with Lando at the moment. He was grateful for having him as his teammate his rookie year and the bond they formed over the course of it, but times like this and ever since you came into their life– he’d found Lando harder to swallow. 

When McLaren’s hospitality had started to serve churros from the snack bar Oscar wasn’t sure, but somehow Lando had appeared with two of them in his hand and Oscar took one of them with a tight lipped smile on his face. 

“So, tell me about your season.” Oscar hopes that maybe if he starts off the conversation he can control it and this won’t last forever. Lando takes a bite of his churro and shrugs. “No fun stuff?” Oscar pries a little more.

“Like what?” Lando asks, fully knowing what Oscar is implying.

It’s Oscar’s turn to shrug at his ex teammate. “I don’t know…. are you seeing anybody?” 

“What do you mean? I’m taken. What do you think I’m doing here?” 

Lando’s got the sly smirk on his face that always made Oscar irate, but he knows Lando is someone who wants a reaction. He wants to provoke people to get a reaction. It doesn’t matter if it’s positive or negative and Oscar is always one to try and deny him of that. 

“You’re not here to visit me?” Oscar half jokes. 

Lando studies Oscar’s face and he notices how his expression darkens. He knows Oscar is thinking about you and then undoubtedly you and Lando together. Lando knows Oscar wants to say something, but he won’t until Lando opens the floor. “What?” 

Oscar takes a bite of his churro, the gears in his mind turning as he chews. “Nothing, just– are you really committed to this thing?” 

The thing about Oscar and Lando is that they’re always talking about you, even when they aren’t talking about you. 

“To Y/N? Yeah. I mean we’re taking it slow, but you know, I like her. I think she’s making me an honest man.” Lando can see the unconvinced look on Oscar’s face and he scoffs at the sight of it. “What, you don’t believe me?” 

Oscar shakes his head. “No I just– I’m not sure how she’s thinking about it. I don’t want you to get hurt.” 

Lando audibly laughs at the Australians choice of words. “You don’t want me to get hurt?” Oscar only nods and as Lando watches him he wonders if Oscar knows something he didn’t. “Did she say something to you?” 

“No, I just got the impression that she’s not really thinking about this as a serious relationship.” 

Lando quirks an eyebrow at Oscar. “You got that impression?” 

“Yeah. From a conversation we had.” 

There’s a beat of silence between the two former teammates before Lando’s got a shit eating grin on his face and he’s putting his arm around Oscar’s thick neck– pulling him in closer to him. “You fucking snake.” Lando’s voice is low enough for only Oscar to hear and from his facial expressions Lando can tell he’s confused or playing stupid. “Honestly, I’m proud of you. I’d be doing the same thing.” 

“I’m not-” 

“It’s fine. It’s exciting to see you this way.” Lando smiles at Oscar as he takes another bite from his churro. “It’s what’s been missing from your racing.” 

“What?” Oscar scoffs. 

“It’s nice to see you lit up about something, even if that something is my girlfriend.” 

Oscar doesn’t think hearing Lando call you his girlfriend would affect him that much, but it does. He knows you two will never last and in the end it will be him that will have to pick up the pieces. “Is that what you guys are calling each other now?” 

“You know this just makes it hotter for me, right? You sitting here, pining for her.” 

“I would never–”

Lando rolls his eyes at Oscar. “I know. It’s not your style. You’re playing percentage racing– waiting for me to fuck up.” 

The two drivers just stare at each other for a moment, it’s awkward and no one really knows what to say for a minute. There were so many unspoken words and words that were disguised as something else during their conversation. Oscar wanted to say so much more to Lando, but he’d save it for another day. 

Lando’s the first to break the silence. “Come on. Walk me over there.” He gets up from his seat and shoves the remainder of his churro in Oscar’s face. Oscar looks at the sweet treat then up to Lando and then without breaking eye contact he bites the rest of the churro out of Lando’s hand. Lando laughs and pats Oscar on the back as they make their way out of McLaren’s hospitality. 

On their short journey to Ferrari’s hospitality Lando spots a fan near the entrance, clearly waiting for you to come out, holding a sign that said something along the lines of Princess of Ferrari. He smiles at the fan and pretends he didn’t notice the other ten signs that he’d seen as he walked into the paddock this morning. 

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It’s less than an hour before the lights go out and where do you find yourself? Half naked on top of an also half naked Lando. It had been awhile since you two had seen each other and honestly you couldn’t hold yourself back when you saw him walk into hospitality. Your drivers room had seen some action over the course of the season to say the least and your poor physio table was on its last leg. 

“I missed you.” Lando murmurs as his lips trail down your neck. “You have no idea how lonely it’s been this past month.” 

“Is that why you haven’t won any races?”

Lando laughs half heartedly. “I just told you I missed you.” 

You move your hips just the right way and he’s grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it off of you– tossing it with no direction. 

“I watched your last race. You could have overtaken Nyck on the first corner if you’d gotten a better start off the line.” You state in between the kisses you litter across his chest. 

Lando looks at you a little dumbfounded that this is your topic of conversation during this kind of activity. His hand reaches out towards you, yet at his touch you don’t look up at him. “Y/N, look at me.” 

“What?” Your lips are swollen and your eyes wide. 

He reaches for you, pulling you down towards him and his lips find that spot on your neck that drives you wild, makes you whimper with no shame, and it’s music to Lando’s ears. 

“When were you going to tell me about Oscar?” He whispers as he continues his assault on your neck . 

“I thought you knew.” You say breathless. 

Lando detaches himself from you, his hand reaching up to brush your wild hair out of your face. “I mean, I feel bad because I know he’s in pain but…” He shrugs with a sly smirk on his face and you can’t help but stir the pot. 

“You’re not threatened by him?” 

“No.” Lando says plain as day. 

The smirk that was once on Lando’s face has now traveled over to yours. “You should be.” You state as your hand travels slowly down his chest towards the waistband of his boxers. You snap the waistband on his skin, teasing him, and earning an audible hiss in the process before sliding your hand in. “He’s good looking, he’s smart, and he’s a really fucking good driver.” You state as you toy with Lando mentally and physically. 

He’s panting heavily, eyes screwed shut as he tries to collect himself. “He’s always been… very good.”

“I’m serious. Oscar’s gotten a lot better this season.” 

Lando’s eyes narrow at you for a moment, this was no longer you trying to just rile him up, you were actually just bragging on Oscar. “Are the two of us still racing for your number? Because I thought I won.” 

You quickly retreat your hand from his boxers, your hands now on either side of his face as you lean down over him. “That’s your problem. You always think you’ve won before the race is over.” 

“Are we talking about racing?” Lando asks. 

“We’re always talking about racing.” 

“Can we not?” 

You look at the man below with disgust and irritation, if he didn’t want to talk about racing then why was he with you? “Sure.” You state, removing yourself from his lap and collecting your clothes that were scattered across your small driver’s room. 

“What are you doing?” He asks, still perched on your physio table. 

“I have to do my routine. I’ll see you after the race.” You’re not even looking at him as you speak, yet you can feel his eyes burning into you. 

“Y/N.” 

You finally turn to face him, a stone cold look adorns your face. “If you’re not interested in me fixing your racing for free then don’t worry about it.” 

Lando’s off the table now, but he’s still leaning against it, his arms crossed across his toned chest. “Why do you care so much?” 

“I’m dating you. It’s embarrassing for me if you suck.” 

You can sense Lando’s anger starting to rise, yet it doesn’t bother you one bit, if he didn’t want the truth, then he shouldn’t have asked. 

“I suck now?”

You shrug at him as you grab your fireproofs out of the small closet in the corner and put them on.

“It’s not all glamorous in other series like it is here in F1. We all can’t walk around being graced with the honor of being called the Princess of Ferrari.” 

You look at him and you can’t help the baffled laugh that comes out of your mouth. His face and words showed nothing but jealousy. He was jealous of your success and your status. It was downright pitiful. 

“Wow.” 

“I’m happy that people adore you. I just don’t need you to be my coach.” 

He’s being condescending and he doesn’t know just how low you can go in this argument. 

“Well someone needs to be.” 

Lando sighs, not wanting this to turn into a bigger mess than it already is, but it’s no use. “Can we just–” 

“I mean, what do you need from me? Or what do you think you need? A cheerleader? A fuck buddy? A girlfriend?” You start doing some stretches, wishing your physiologist was in here right now instead of Lando. “There are a lot of girls who are dying to be your girlfriend. You’re Lando Norris– talented, charming, and you’ve got a big dick. Go be with one of them.”  

“Is this like a new strategy you’re using to pump yourself up before the race? Have a little fight to get yourself going?” Lando knew you were short tempered, but this was ridiculous. 

“I don’t need a fight to get myself going.” 

“No. Just an hour of meditation.” He’s referring to your pre race routine, the one he was currently interrupting. 

“How’s coasting by on talent working out for you?”

Lando scoffs and you know you’ve struck a nerve.

“Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to have you complain to me every week about all the ways you’re being screwed over? How can you possibly think that’s a good use of my time?” 

“Excuse me for inconveniencing you.” Lando states in a sarcastic tone. 

“You are.” You deadpan. “I need to be alone now. I’ll see you after the match.” You wave him off as you sit down on the floor to stretch out your legs. 

Lando can feel his anger boiling over, you had just basically insulted him and complained about him to his face and then dismissed him like he was a dog. “No.” 

You furrow your eyebrows at him as you look up at him. “What?” 

He squats down to your level– getting right up in your face. “I’m not going to the race. Not if you think you can just dismiss me. I’m not some fucking lap dog who’s gonna sit around and let you punish me. I’m not Oscar.” You laugh in his face and Lando allows for it to fuel his rant. “I mean maybe you need someone like that. Someone who’s gonna hop on board with your life and be Mr. Y/N Y/L/N.” 

“That’s what you think I want?” You ask as Lando stands over you now. 

“Yeah, a member of your fan club.” Lando lets out a breathless laugh as he says it, like it’s something beneath him. 

You rise from the ground, standing face to face with Lando, his eyes a hurricane of colors as they stare back at you. “You’re not a member of my fan club?” 

“I’m your peer. I’m not your groupie. And I’m definitely not your student.” 

You just stare at him, your expression cold and distant, there was nothing else to say at this point. You had a race to win shortly and it didn’t matter if Lando was in that crowd or not. He’d made his stance clear and you were not one to beg. “Okay.” 

Lando grabs his shirt and jeans and quickly throws them on. This was not how he expected today to go at all, but there was no use in sticking around at this point. The damage had been done and Lando was never good at picking up the pieces. 

“Good luck today champ.” He states before the door slams shut behind him. 

You let out a deep sigh that you didn’t realize you’d been holding in the whole time. It was time to push all of this to the back of your mind and focus on the task at hand. So you zip up your race suit and put on your boots and once you exit the threshold of your driver’s room and into the hustle and bustle it’s like the fight with Lando hadn’t even happened. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Rain was nothing new during the Brazilian GP, in fact it was expected, but this year it seemed as though mother nature didn’t want this race to happen. It had been an issue all weekend, the rain being so heavy that qualifying almost got cancelled yesterday. Today was no different and with fifteen minutes before lights out they decide to postpone the race.

The rain pours down in bucketfuls as you stand at the edge of the garage and the pitlane. Puddles that have seemed to be there all weekend litter the ground and the softest rumble of thunder echoes off in the distance. As time progresses it seems more and more likely that this race won’t be happening, but you still prepare yourself in case the skies clear and the track dries. 

Your race suit hangs loosely around your hips and bright red headphones sit snugly over your ears as you look over the data on the monitor in front of you. Your strategist rattles off possible scenarios and you listen as if there was no chance of cancellation. You had to be ready for anything and if that was racing in these unfavorable conditions– then so be it. 

Meanwhile over in the McLaren garage Oscar is perplexed as to why Lando is there. Usually he’d come and visit, but he spent his time in the Ferrari garage with you on race weekends that he was here. He pretends to listen to what his engineer is telling him as he eyes Lando talking to Zak across the garage. When Zak walks away Oscar can’t resist the urge to go over and be nosey.

“Did you get banned from the Ferrari garage or something?” Oscar asks jokingly, but when Lando’s face turns sour Oscar knows something’s gone down. 

Lando glances around the garage– everyone’s too busy at the moment trying to figure out what strategy to go with that they shouldn’t be listening in on his conversation, but he still lowers his voice. “We had a big fight. I was actually on the next flight out of here, but the weather delayed everything. So I guess I’m stuck here for a while now.” 

Oscar’s eyes widen, yet he can’t deny that small part of him that is happy to hear that things are rocky between the two of you at the moment. “Damn. I’m sorry mate.” He clamps a hand down on Lando’s shoulder and from the look on Oscar’s face Lando knows he’s not really sorry. Why would he be? Lando had beat him in the competition for you– any sign of instability in your relationship was like a present on Christmas morning to him. 

“It’s whatever. We’ll be back to normal by tonight.” Lando glances over at the MCL38 that’s sitting stationary in the garage. “Maybe you could use this upgraded machine to beat her.” Lando suggests. 

Oscar quietly laughs– you could beat him in a Sauber. “Yeah maybe.”

 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

By some miracle the rain clouds had cleared long enough for the FIA to declare that it was safe enough for the race to continue. Although the huge puddles that were still standing on the track and the dark clouds coming in from the west told you differently. Nonetheless you had a job to do and sometimes this job wasn’t all glitz and glamour. So you finalize your strategy tactic with your team and start to prepare yourself for probably the most challenging two hours of your career so far. 

You can tell that everyone at Interlagos right now is a little on edge– team members, drivers, fans. There’s excitement in the air for the race to start, but the rain clouds in the distance foreshadow something much darker. 

The first spot on the starting grid belongs to you today and as you sit in the cockpit of your beloved SF-24 you see the first drops of rain on your visor– then Alice’s voice in your ear. 

One minute till formation. There is a small rain shower that should be done before the formation lap is over. 

What about the black sky right in front of me? 

We’re still watching it. There is a chance it goes around us. I’ll keep you updated. 

The formation lap goes smoothly enough, the track is wet and there is spray of course, but for right now it just seems like a normal rain race. When you line back up on the grid you take in who’s around you– Max to the left, Oscar behind you, and Charles behind Max. It was going to be an interesting race, even without the rain. 

You watch the five lights in front of you and with killer like precision you’re first off the line when they go out. Max is quick but not quick enough to hit the apex before you at turn one and you watch in your mirrors as Oscar overtakes him.

You’re at the top of your game during this race, pushing out the fastest laps consistently and building a gap between Oscar and you beautifully. The track had started to dry and a clear racing line had started to form as the laps went by, but the dark clouds still loomed in the distance. Even with the threat of rain some teams start to pit for slicks and soon enough you hear Alice in your ear. 

How’s the tires? 

I’m not pitting for slicks if that’s what you’re implying. These inters can last me for a couple more laps.

Copy that Y/N.

Weather update? 

Looks like we won’t be as lucky as we hoped. It will be here in about five laps. Rain will be moderate. 

Okay.

The rain arrives in two laps and it starts out slow– the cars that pitted for slicks start to struggle as the track becomes wet again. Then the first yellow flag of the session happens as Lawson spins out, thankfully he’s alright, but a VSC is deployed as they get the car off the track. Two more drivers spin out after Lawson and as teams start to pit for full wet tires the rain picks up expeditiously. It had went from a rain shower to torrential downpour in seconds, the visibility damn near at zero as you drive this race car around the circuit. Alice comes over the radio, her usual cool demeanor replaced with one of concern. 

Y/N box on this lap. 

Where the hell is the red flag? Someone is going to die, the visibility is horrible, the track is flooding. This is insane even for me. 

I know. The win doesn’t even matter anymore, just make it back to the pits safely please. 

You don’t make it back. 

It all happened so fast, you could see a car behind you, but you weren’t sure who it was. The one thing you did know was that they were coming into this corner way too fast and when you tried to correct the car to get out of their way you hydroplaned. The flash of pink that you see lets you know it's an Alpine that you’re about ready to collide with. Then all at once you hear the crunch of carbon fiber and the car is flying into the wall. The force of the collison knocks you out and Alice’s constant radio messages are met with silence. 

The crowd screams and gasps are heard throughout all the garages as the replay and aftermath of your wreck are shown on the screens. It’s one of the worst wrecks Formula 1 has seen in a good while and the fact that you’re not talking or moving has everyone fearing the worst. Your car is completely destroyed– the Alpine that belongs to Gasly is practically on top of yours and when you finally come to it feels like every bone in your body is broken.

You scream out in pain as you’re trapped in your car and as the medics and what seems like a million other people work to get you out the only thing you can think about, besides how much pain you’re in, is how this is the end of everything. Tears fill your helmet as they finally extract you from your car and strap you to the gurney, 

The ambulance ride to the hospital is a blur of being poked and prodded while words in English and Portuguese are quickly spoken to you. You can’t see much from the tears in your eyes and the fact that your head is strapped down onto the gurney, the roof of the ambulance and the paramedics are all you can see. Which is a blessing in disguise because if you could see how mangled your leg and arm is you’d probably pass out again.

Your memory from when you exit the ambulance to when you wake up in recovery is almost nonexistent and all you can recall is flashes of moments. Doctors yelling, bright lights, machines beeping– it was almost like a scene from a medical drama. 

You squint as you open your eyes, the room slowly coming into focus as you blink. You’re no longer in pain and you wonder if you’ve died, but then the sound of Alice’s voice fills your ears. 

“Oh thank god you’re awake!” She exclaims. You turn your head to the right to see her standing at the edge of your bed, a relieved smile stretched across her face. Alice was more than just your race engineer– she was like family to you. She was a person you could trust with your life and for her to be the person who was here when you woke up meant the world to you. 

“Am I alive? I can’t feel anything.” You ask hoarsely, your throat raw and dry. 

She laughs as her hand reaches out towards you, brushing your hair out of your face. “Yes sweetie. They’ve just got you on some good drugs right now for the pain.” 

You just nod at her, your energy already spent on speaking those few words. There’s a knock at the door and a lady, who you’re assuming is the doctor, walks in. 

“Nice to see you awake Ms. Y/L/N. You had one nasty crash.” She pauses for a moment and looks over at Alice who nods back at her. “I’m not gonna sugar coat this, your injuries are extensive. Your right wrist was fractured and your right leg, particularly your tibia, was also fractured. You’ve got four broken ribs and a bruised sternum. Thankfully you only suffered a mild concussion– a wreck like this you’re lucky you didn’t suffer a worse fate with your head.” She looks down at her clipboard like she’s unsure if she should say this at the moment, but then she sighs and focuses her attention back on you. “I’m going to be honest, recovery is going to be a long and rough process, but if anyone can come back from this I know you can.” 

She continues to talk, but you’ve zoned out already. Your concussion and the drugs in your system make taking this horrific news harder than it should be. You want to be in denial and think you’re just in here for a bump on the head and a few scrapes and bruises, but the reality is that you almost died today. This crash has altered your life forever and as you lay there in that hospital bed in Brazil you realize that you may be alive, but a part of you did die today. 

The doctor leaves and Alice says something about going to call your parents and you just hum in response, the reality of your situation settling in. You close your eyes and try to go to sleep, praying that when you wake up this will all have been just one big nightmare. You hear the door open and you assume it’s just Alice coming back in so you don’t open your eyes, but the voice that softly whispers your name does not belong to Alice. 

You slowly open your eyes and there stands Oscar at the foot of your bed. He’s looking at you like you’re some half dead animal that got hit on the side of the road and it makes you laugh, well as best you can. 

“I’m done for Osc.” You state bleakly. 

He shakes his head furiously as he moves to the side of your bed. “Don’t say that.” 

“How am I meant to drive with a fucked wrist and leg?” 

“Physical therapy and training. You’ll be back in that car come March I know it. You’re strong Y/N.” Oscar hopes his words instill you with some confidence.

He wasn’t going to tell you this, but he was behind Pierre on the track, he saw the whole crash happen right in front of him. It was horrible and it still made his stomach twist to think about it. He thought you were dead, the replays of them carrying your body out of the mangled car will haunt his dreams for some time. If it was up to him he would have been here as soon as he got out of the car, but you were in surgery and this wasn’t the movies, he had rules and obligations to follow, no matter the circumstances according to the team and the FIA. 

“Who ended up winning?” You ask, wanting to stop talking about the impending end of your career. 

“Verstappen.” 

You scoff. “That fucker.” 

You two talked for awhile, he was good at distracting you from your own thoughts, but there is someone that you figured would have shown up by now. Hours had passed– a statement had been released that you were awake and alright, Charles and Lewis had also stopped by to visit you, yet no Lando. 

Yes you guys had a horrible fight earlier, but for fucks sake you’d almost died and he couldn’t be bothered to come and see if you were alright? The hospital was getting ready to stop their visiting hours when you see a curly brown mullet peak around the doorframe. 

“I’m sorry, I–” 

“Out.” You didn’t want to see him at this point, any excuse he was getting ready to give you meant absolutely nothing to you. 

“Y/N.” He pleads. 

“Out!” You raise your voice and you wince at the pain that radiates through your throat. The tube they’d shoved down it earlier had apparently done some damage. 

“Listen–” 

You want to jump out of this hospital bed and strangle him, but you don’t have the capability of doing that right now or even the capability of yelling at him. You look over at Oscar, hoping he gets the message that you’re pleading to him through your eyes. 

Oscar’s mad for you, he’d noticed how everytime someone passed your room you glanced, hoping it was Lando, and then ultimately being disappointed when it wasn’t. He has no idea where the Brit had been this whole time, but he knows no matter what went down between the two of you earlier that Lando should have been here for you. 

“Lando. Get the fuck out of here.” 

Lando stands there dumbfounded, especially after Oscar had yelled at him. His eyes dart over to Oscar and then to you, who turns your head away from him. Lando shakes his head in disbelief before turning on his heel and leaving. 

You break up with him the next week when he comes to see you when you’re back home in Monaco. He cries– you don’t. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

The months following your accident are the hardest months of your life. Physical therapy is like pure torture, some days are worse than others, and majority of the time you want to give up, but you don’t. You tell yourself that this is just a small setback that the thoughts you had in the hospital and that you have late at night don’t mean anything. You tell yourself that you’ll be back in the car next season and after a while you start to believe it more than the dark thoughts that cloud your mind. 

February rolls around and you start doing some light training with Oscar– it’s nothing crazy, just some weights. Your wrist had healed significantly faster than your leg and you figured you could do a little something extra than what you had been doing in physical therapy, but you were wrong. You’re doing some bench presses and Oscar’s hovering like this ten pound weight is going to kill you. You’d told him to put more on, but he insisted on starting out slow. 

You put the barbell up and get up from the bench. “This is doing nothing. I need more weight on it Oscar.” He stands in front of the rack of weights like he’s guarding it with his life. “Stop going easy on me, put another ten on.” 

“No. You’ll snap your wrist. I told you this wasn’t a good idea to begin with.” 

You roll your eyes at the Australian. “I won’t snap my wrist. I know my limits.” 

“Your actual trainer doesn’t even know we are doing this. It’s going to end badly.” Oscar knew this was way too soon for you to be back in the gym like this, but he also knew you were internally panicking. It was already February and you were nowhere near the peak physical performance that you needed to be at. Testing was at the end of this month and then the season started two weeks after that. In shorter terms– you were screwed. 

“Don’t be a fucking pussy. Put more weight on.” You’re irritated with him and when he just stands there and stares at you it makes you even more irate. “Whatever. I’ll just come back later by myself.” 

Oscar’s eyes widen at the thought of you being here by yourself and undoubtedly hurting yourself with no one around. “Fine. Only ten more.” 

You lay back down on the bench and watch as Oscar puts the extra weight on the ends. You take a deep breath as you grip the bar and Oscar hovers over you, ready to catch the bar when it all goes to shit. 

Which happens after two reps. 

You feel a twinge of pain in your wrist after the first one, but when you go to raise the bar a second time a searing hot pain travels from your wrist up your arm and you scream out in pain. Oscar’s face is full of terror as he grabs the bar from you and easily puts it back up. You’re sat up by now, but doubled over as you hold your wrist. Oscar sits down next to you on the bench and he can see the tears streaming down your face. 

“I’m fine.” 

“Are you sure?” Oscar questions, everything about you screams you're not fine at the moment.

“I’m good. I’m okay.” You take a beat and then. “I’m good.” You repeat yourself, hoping that the more you do the more it will become true and that the searing pain in your wrist will go away. 

Oscar watches as you self soothe yourself and without thinking he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. He feels you stiffen at his touch before you allow yourself to melt into him. You allow him to comfort you and be there for you and in that moment it’s all you need. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Two weeks before the 2025 season starts the team wants to see how you do on the simulator. You told them you were ready, but your trainer and deep down yourself both knew you weren’t. Yet you’re so stubborn, so hard headed that you strap yourself in and power through the pain as the high tech machine replicates the Albert Park circuit. 

Somehow the team clears you to race and you’re on cloud nine. The media and your fans can’t believe that you’ve made such a fast recovery. 

The Princess of Ferrari is back! 

Word Driver’s Champion Y/N Y/L/N ready to battle it out once again.

Forza Ferrari!! Y/N is back! 

The start of the season arrives before you know it and it’s amazing to be back. You’d missed the craziness and for a while you didn’t think you’d get to experience it again. You felt confident going into the weekend, but life was out to humble you, and oh boy did she. 

You thought you were in pain on the simulator, but being back in the actual car, actually racing, amplified that pain about a hundred times. Your leg screams at you everytime you press on the pedal and your wrist feels like it’s going to snap every time you take a corner. 

You end up placing P15. 

You try to power through, telling yourself you just have to get used to racing again, or figure out a new racing technique. You see the way the reserve driver looks at you in the garage, like he’s just waiting for you to call it quits so he can take your seat and you try to use that as motivation, but it’s no use. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

You last four races before you finally come to the depressing and heartbreaking realization that you’re done racing. The thing you’d dreamt about since you were a little girl was over. The thing you’d worked so hard for, sacrificed so much for, defied barriers for– it was over.

You were in your prime and if you hadn’t crashed back in Brazil who knows what you could have accomplished in your career. Your body had been telling you, screaming at you every race weekend to stop and you’d been ignoring it for as long as you could, but the lasting side effects are getting worse and if you want to be able to walk in thirty years you know you’ve got to stop. 

So you don’t go out with a bang, it’s more of a whisper. Your performance the past four races had quietly let people know that this was probably the end. The news breaks on the following Tuesday after the Bahrain GP and as you scroll through the comments on the post from the F1 Instagram page you can’t stop the tears that fall.

This announcement should have happened when you were old and had multiple championships under your belt, not when you were young and at the top of your game, or you guess you should say were at the top of your game. 

Such a shame, saw it coming after that P15 in Australia, but she was a hell of a driver.

Good on her for attempting to come back. I hope she still works with racing in the future.

Always our Princess of Ferrari ❤️

You lock your phone and toss it on the bed beside you– who will you be without racing?

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

3 years. 

36 months. 

156 weeks.

1,095 days. 

26,298 hours. 

That’s how long it had been since you’d quit Formula 1. 

At first there was the initial sadness of realizing that you were done with racing– trying to figure out a new daily routine without spiraling into a deep pit of depression. It helped that you were still healing, still focusing on getting better. Then came the denial stage, you regret not trying to tough it out, and you think that still there’s some sliver of hope that some higher power would allow you to race next season.

You’d take a seat with the backmarker team of all backmarkers if it meant you could race again. All you needed to do was train harder– just needed a little more time— you weren’t really done with racing. The remainder of the season you train as much as you can hoping that with time it will get easier, running the rinky-dink sim you have in your apartment, and waiting for the whispers of the racing world to be in your favor. 

The training never gets easier. The pain was still there. The phone never rings. 

Then the depression started to settle in. There were nights where you’d wished you had just died in that wreck, you felt worthless and like a failure for not being able to get back into the car, for your body failing you. There were times where you would cry and scream and wonder why this had to happen to you? What had you done to have the one thing you loved– the thing you lived for– be taken away from you like it was nothing?

Not to mention you still living in Monaco just seemed to make things worse. Your old co-workers were your neighbors– a constant reminder of what once was and who was a part of your life. The championship battle was fierce this season, your ex-boyfriend, his teammate (who was also in love with you) and your old teammate were killing it every race. It was something you should have been involved with, something you’d hoped would happen when you saw the development of the McLaren last season. Yet all you can do is watch on like a fan. 

Last weekend was the Monaco Grand Prix and even when you were a driver you hated this time of year. Monaco was packed to the brim, the richest of the rich flocked to the tiny principality, and it was so much show for such little racing. You loved the history and tradition of it, but hated what it had become over the years. 

It’s hard to ignore the sound of a roaring V6 engine flying past your window, but you’d managed to hide out in your apartment last year, this year you spent a long weekend in Paris instead. There was a small amount of dread that started to build up as the plane landed back in Nice on that following Tuesday and by the time you unlocked the door to your apartment you’d made a life altering decision. 

Monte Carlo was never your home– it was a tax haven– a place of convenience. There was never a sense of being home when you came back after a triple header, it was just a place where you lived. So, you leased your apartment for dirt cheap, at least to Monaco’s standards, to a rookie driver for a year. Put your personal belongings in a storage unit, packed what you needed into a suitcase and booked the first flight out of Nice. There was no real destination in mind, but you knew you’d go back to your home country for a little bit and then travel across the globe– a little sabbatical as one might say. 

The year of traveling flew by and as much as you loved being a free bird you knew this couldn’t last forever, even though you wished it could. You eventually make your way back to Monaco and it’s just as you left it. The luxurious cars roll down the streets– driven by people who own a yacht in the harbor and the watch on their wrist costs more than what the average person makes in a year. It’s all a bit ridiculous, but you also live here and own quite a few of those watches and cars so you have no room to talk. 

When you swing open the door to your apartment, suitcase wheels skidding across the floor behind you, you half expect the place to be trashed. Thankfully this driver's parents raised him right, or he paid a cleaner to come in before he left, either way you’re not complaining. You collapse onto the plush couch, the flight back from New York was long and as much as Monaco didn’t feel like home to you, it was nice to be back in a somewhat solid place of your own. 

You feel your phone vibrate in your pocket and you know it’s either one of three things. 

A text from Lando. 

A text from Oscar. 

A follow up about the email you’ve been avoiding for a month. 

You slowly pull your phone from your pocket– the mail icon glowing on your lock screen. 

From: susan.smith@f1business.com

To: y/ny/l/nbusiness.@gmail.com

Subject: PLEASE RESPOND! 

Hi Miss Y/L/N. 

At the beginning of this month we sent out an email to you and your manager regarding a spot for you on F1TV as a commentator. We all would love to have you on and think you’d be a great asset to the team. Your knowledge and skill about the sport would provide a whole new perspective for everyone. Please respond to this email by the end of the week if you are interested so we can set up a date for a meeting. 

Best Regards,

Susan Smith. 

A deep sigh escapes past your lips as your eyes scan over the email. You’d seen the first one they sent and then the one from your manager telling you that you needed to take this job, but you’d hope if you ignored it, it would all go away. You didn’t have anything against commentating, but you were too young to be doing that.

The role was meant for older drivers, people who had their time in the spotlight and retired on their own will. Not someone who was in their twenties and hadn’t in your opinion hit their peak yet. Sure you had a championship under your belt, but that was only the beginning for you and you knew it. 

You see the text from your manager pop up at the top of your screen and you know what it’s going to say. In all honesty you could use the job, it wasn’t like the money was necessarily rolling in at the moment and your sponsorships had ended the moment you quit racing so maybe you should just take the damn offer. Although, are you ready to be that involved in racing again? Can you handle it? It’s all questions you ask yourself as you lay on the couch, your face smushed into the throw pillow. 

Your phone dings again and you think it’s your manager texting(annoying) you again, but the name at the top of your screen is not the one you were expecting. 

lando: heard a certain someone is back in monaco? 

you: you keeping tabs on me norris? 

lando: always 

You roll your eyes at your phone, fully knowing he’s smirking at his phone from wherever the hell he’s at currently. Swiping out of your texts your finger taps on the mail icon– the email is still open and staring back at you dauntingly. Your bottom lip catches between your teeth as you ponder your options and then as if on impulse or really it was a what the fuck just do it moment– you click reply. Three months later you’re on a plane to Melbourne. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Being on F1TV and talking about the cars on the track instead of being the one driving the car was something that took a lot of getting used to. You never imagined this is where you’d end up, especially while you were still in your twenties– yet here you are. It’s weird adjusting back to the hustle and bustle of things, reconnecting with all the familiar faces, and all the new ones. 

Yet with all the uncertainty you have about this new chapter in your life– you end up loving it. Sure, it’s never going to replace the love you have for being behind the wheel, but your scars remind you that’s never going to happen again at a competitive level. So, you’ve somehow made lemonade with the lemons life had thrown at you.

The three years since your accident had been a whirlwind of emotions and challenges. There were times where you thought nothing could get worse and looking back in retrospect things definitely could have been worse, but in the moment you felt like the world was crashing down around you. Now, things have seemed to fall back into place, well as best as they can. You’re comfortable in this new chapter in your life and you don’t expect anything to change– until Oscar Piastri invites you out for dinner. 

You’d done well in the aspect of separating that part of your life away from your new job. In all honesty you didn’t see the drivers as much as you figured, which to you was fine. You were more focused on seeing them on the track and briefly during interviews. Even though you were both in the same places for the majority of the year, you weren’t as close as when you were peers on the track. 

Oscar had kept his distance when you came back onto the scene, he’d came around occasionally when he was back in Monaco between races, but eventually the visiting stopped. You didn’t blame him, as a driver there’s always training to do or a sim session or some sponsor related event.

Lando on the other hand only seemed to contact you when he was in need and like a moth to a flame you came. It wasn’t healthy, but he was familiar and in the end you both were using each other. There was no relationship between you two anymore, but the connection, the draw, it was there. And it drove you crazy because the majority of the time you couldn’t stand him. 

Austin Grand Prix 2028

Tucked away from the bustling nightlife in Austin, Oscar and you sit across from each other in a booth at a little burger joint. It quickly seems like old times and you two fall into old habits like it’s three years ago. You want to ask him why he all the sudden wanted to reconnect, but something else was nagging at you more. He’d just missed out on pole by one hundredth of a second earlier today and you can’t help but open your big mouth. 

“In sector three you’re going too wide on that last turn. You need to tighten it up, it’s nothing too crazy, but it’s enough to affect your lap times.” 

Oscar cocks an eyebrow at you, he thinks he’d know if he was, he can feel it when he does. “I am?” 

“Use the curbs. You would have had pole today if you had.” You pop a french fry into your mouth, watching his reaction as you chew. You can see the gears turning, see him realizing that what you said was true. “I mean listen, Tom is your race engineer and Mark is your mentor. I’m just some presenter on F1TV– what do I know?” You shrug your shoulders at him, acting innocent, like you don’t know that he knows you’re the best driver to exist in your generation. 

“You want to jump ship? Come be a part of my team?” Oscar asks. You laugh at him, not thinking he’s serious and Oscar tries to play it off. “I get it, you want to work with someone who’s got a little more potential.” 

You shake your head at the Australian– he was dead wrong. “I know the person who fought tooth and nail for that championship title is not saying he doesn’t have potential. You got that with Mark as your mentor and with the team you have now. You’re on track to get another one this season. Do you really think it would be a good idea for me to join in?”

Oscar furrows his eyebrows, his half eaten burger suddenly sat back down on the plate. “Why wouldn’t it be?” 

You stare at him from across the booth– words translated only through your eyes. Oscar knows what you’re implying and suddenly he’s 22 again and every ounce of confidence he’d worked up over the years around you had vanished for a moment. “That was a long time ago.” He says shyly. 

“It wasn’t that long ago.” You counter back with a slight smirk on your face. 

“It feels like a long time ago.” 

“You’re not in love with me anymore?” You ask in a teasing tone, but when Oscar just stares back at you with those honey brown eyes of his– he’s already answered. You laugh a little to try and cut the tension, but he doesn’t crack. He’s looking at you like he used to four years ago and you chose to ignore the slight feeling of butterflies in your stomach. 

Oscar thinks it would be better if the subject was moved away from his love for you and onto other things, so he focuses the conversation back on you. “I’m really proud of you Y/N.” 

“Oh god.” Here he goes, getting sentimental. 

“I’m serious. You’re doing really well.” He smiles at you and you want to wipe that butterfly inducing smile right off his face. 

You scoff at him like you didn’t go through hell and back mentally that first year. “What? You thought I was gonna kill myself after I quit?” 

Oscar shakes his head as he steals a fry from your plate. “No. I’m just glad you didn’t leave racing all together. It would have been a waste.” 

“What else was I gonna do? My only skill in life is driving really fast cars. I can’t do that anymore so I guess I can talk about it instead.” 

Oscar laughs a little sadly, his focus shifting from you down to his now empty plate. “This is stupid…. But after you got injured, after you quit. I kept thinking about what would have happened if I had won that race against Lando.” 

“Are you saying you want me to join your team because you feel guilty?” You question. 

“No. I’m saying I want you to join my team because I want to win.” 

“You’re already winning. A lot.” 

Oscar and you stare at each other for a moment as some random country song plays softly in the background. The drunk guy at the other end of the room who’s borderline assaulting his burger is the only other person in here.

The lively streets are starting to thin out and you can tell it’s getting late– way too late for you two to be out when there’s a race tomorrow, yet neither of you make haste to head back towards the hotel. The waitress brings over the check and you both give her a polite smile. Oscar immediately hands his card over to her– a couple burgers and fries clearly didn’t hurt his bank account. 

You both know what Oscar meant when he said he wanted to win. He wanted to beat Lando with you on his team, finally win something against Lando. Sure he was winning races and had two championships under his belt already, but nothing sounded sweeter than it happening with your help. 

He wanted to finally win you. 

You’re the first to break the silence. “You’ll beat him. Oscar Piastri 2028 World Champion has a nice ring to it. Don’t you think so?” 

Lando had gone to Mercedes for the 2027 season and if you remember correctly the former teammates had quite the falling out after two years of championship battles, at least that’s one of the reasons. 

“Do you still talk to him?” He asks, ignoring you trying to butter him up a second ago. 

You shake your head. “Only when I have to for work.” Memories of your steamy shared night with Lando in Singapore two weeks ago flash in your mind as you lie to Oscar and you hope he can’t tell. 

He can tell. 

“Do you ever talk to him?” You ask. 

Oscar shrugs, throwing your words right back at you. “Only when I have to for work.” 

You laugh a little, remembering that night in Italy years ago.

“What?” Oscar questions. 

“I guess I really was a homewrecker wasn’t I?”

Oscar doesn’t say anything, he just begins to gather the trash from the table– stacking your plate onto his. You watch him as he works quickly to make the table neat for the busboy. 

“Oscar.” He hums as he looks up at you, hands idle on top of the wooden table. “You never said if you were still in love with me or not?”

The waitress comes back with his card and the receipt, leaving him to sign it while she goes to check on the other guy in here. You watch Oscar as he leaves a generous amount on the tip line and as he stuffs his card back into his wallet he glances up at you and speaks the same words he’d said to you years ago. 

“Who wouldn’t be?” 

There’s a slight breeze in the night air causing goosebumps to rise on your arms as you two exit the restaurant. The parking lot is barren except for the rental car Oscar and you arrived in. It’s quiet out as you walk towards the SUV– the leaves on the trees rustle in the breeze and ever so often you hear a drunken holler from the various bars on the street. Oscar leans against the driver’s side door, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he looks at you with a grin on his face. 

The atmosphere is charged between you two, unspoken words and years of tension had been building up to this moment. You giggle at how giddy you’re feeling and Oscar follows suit. He never thought he’d be in this situation with you, but now that he was here it was like he was experiencing his first kiss all over again. 

“What?” You ask, your tone is nothing shy of flirty. 

Oscar removes one of his hands from his pocket and takes your hand in his– he wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass him up. 

“I really want to kiss you right now, but I’m worried that if I try, you’ll think I’m the worst friend in the world.” 

You cock an eyebrow at him, a smirk forming on your face as you make eye contact with the Australian. “To whom?” 

There’s a beat between the two of you. Your eyes never leave each other and as you stare at the brown eyed boy you know what’s going to happen. You watch as his shaggy hair moves slightly in the breeze and you want to reach out and run your fingers through it, curl your fingers through the little curls at the nape of his neck. 

As soon as Oscar internalizes that he has no one else's feelings to take into consideration, especially Lando’s, he leans in and does the one thing he’s been waiting to do again since that night in Italy. 

Oscar pulls away fairly fast, wanting to make sure you want this as much as him and when he sees that fire in your eyes he leans back in. His hands find their way to your jaw, cupping your face as his lips work against yours. 

Kissing Oscar is like something you’d never experienced before and he’d clearly sharpened his skills from all those years ago. He’s passionate, yet needy at the same time, and when his hands start to wander from your jaw down your body you can’t help the little moan that escapes past your lips. You feel Oscar smile into the kiss and you know it’s boosted his ego more than necessary. 

Your fingers make quick work to run through the mop of honey brown hair on his head, the little curls at the nape of his neck get gently tugged on as you deepen the kiss even more and the groan that comes from him goes straight to your core. 

Before either of you get cited for public indecency a loud crash startles you both, breaking you apart for a moment. You both turn to see the busboy throwing trash bags into the dumpster and the neon sign of the restaurant flickering as it’s turned off for the night. A glaringly obvious sign that you two should head back to the hotel, but you both just laugh and Oscar captures your lips with his once more. This was only the beginning to a very long night for you two. 

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Dutch Grand Prix 2029

A year later you’re in the Netherlands and Oscar’s put it on pole for the race tomorrow and if all goes well he’s expected to win. It had been a hard fought battle for the championship last year, but he’d won it and you’d never been prouder. Now he’s on the hunt for his fourth championship win and this year you’re actually on his team as his mentor. Last year you were somewhat illegally on his team while still working for F1TV, but now it was official– as well as something else. 

It’s late as you sit in the hotel bar, Oscar had gone to sleep hours ago, but you were up stressing over the possibilities of tomorrow. You knew he had it in the bag, but Leclerc was so close in points to Oscar that if he beat him tomorrow he’d be the new championship leader. Which was something neither of you wanted. 

The drink you’d been nursing sat on the table in front of you. The TV behind you had been going over the highlights from today’s session and the predictions for tomorrow for such a long time that it had turned into white noise. You’re scrolling through your emails when a familiar figure catches your eye through the window. Time freezes for a second as you two lock eyes and then without an invitation Lando decides to join you. 

“What are you doing out at this hour?” You ask as he approaches the table. 

“Went for a late night run.” 

You nod as your left hand curls around your glass, more out of comfort than wanting to take a drink. You see his eyes move down and lock onto it and you pretend not to notice the twitch in his eye or the way his demeanor has switched slightly. 

“It’s his grandmother’s.” 

Oscar had proposed during summer break. It wasn’t anything too elaborate, you two were in Australia visiting his family and he popped the question. It was romantic and you had no problem telling him yes when he asked, but now the ring felt heavy and in some aspects you felt trapped. You loved him– you did, but you never saw yourself becoming a trophy wife, settling down so early, you weren’t even thirty yet. 

Lando nods, eyes still locked onto the rock on your finger. “How is she?” 

“She died… stroke.” You reply without missing a beat. 

You swear you hear Lando slightly laugh under his breath as he takes the seat across from you. He grabs your drink from your hand and takes a sip then hands it back to you. 

“I miss you.” He says, blue eyes burning into you like they always do. 

His words shouldn’t affect you like they do, but you look at him over the rim of your glass like your fiance isn’t asleep seven floors above you. Like your actions won’t have any consequence and that there probably aren't fans lurking around every corner outside and in this hotel. Your glass clangs against the table as you set it down and before you can even reply to him his lips are on yours. 

You know you shouldn’t kiss him back, but god kissing Lando is like a drug you can’t get enough of. It’s toxic and hot and he’s everything that reminds you of before. He reminds you of when you were free and on top of the world. Lando is dangerous and he makes your heart go a mile a minute– Oscar is safe and grounded. 

The complete opposite. 

You want to quit him and this time you really thought you had, but he always seems to worm his way back in. 

Seven floors above Oscar stirs in the king sized bed, his hand reaching out for you, but he’s only met with empty cold sheets. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he sits up in bed glancing over at the alarm clock that reads 1:00 a.m. in neon red. He sleepily drags himself out of bed and throws on some shoes, fully knowing where you’ll be at this time of night.

The elevator journey down to the ground floor seems to take forever, yawns escaping him as he leans up against the cool metal. The ding lets him know he’s arrived and when he enters the lobby it’s quiet. The only other person down here at this time is the worker at the desk, who gives him a courteous smile before Oscar makes his way to the bar. 

He spots Lando and you in the corner of the bar, too cozy for his liking and he feels his heart drop to his stomach, but before he can say or do anything he hears his name being called from behind him. He turns only to be met with a fan, a papaya orange 81 hat in one hand, a sharpie in the other. 

“I can’t believe I’m running into you so late at night! Would you-” 

“Yeah sure.” Oscar hurriedly signs the hat and once the fan leaves he turns back around to find Lando and you gone. He rubs at his eyes once more and even pinches himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, but nope, he’s awake. He considers going to look for the two of you, but he knows what that will entail, and sure maybe he’s a coward, but he doesn’t feel like dealing with that tonight.

Sometimes ignorance is bliss and honestly maybe he did just imagine seeing you two. But unfortunately he knows Lando and he knows you, so he shuffles his feet back towards the elevator and tucks himself back into bed. 

Lando was always looking for a reaction, always wanted to be the one in the middle of things, and if there was one thing Oscar was going to do. It was to not give Lando the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of him. He’d beat him tomorrow in the race, win another championship, be the one to marry you and have children with you. 

Lando would never get to have you on the level that he does and to Oscar that was enough to allow him to go back to bed instead of seeking out something that would only make him hurt. 

Later when you finally crawl into bed smelling like sex and Lando he pretends to be asleep. He figures you’ll roll on your side, away from him, but when you curl into him and your arm wraps around him he hates how he melts into your embrace. 

He prays he’s not making a fool of himself. That this was a one time thing and that if he can let this go that everything will be fine, that Lando won’t be an issue anymore. 

But what Oscar doesn’t know is that Lando will be forever intertwined within you two and that it doesn’t matter where he goes or if you eventually have Piastri as your last name– Lando will always be there.

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January 2032

The news had broke early one chilly January morning. The F1 app notification tone alerting you of the story as you made your coffee. 

BREAKING: 

Former F1 star Lando Norris is set to rejoin the racing world as a driver for Williams this season– a year after calling it quits. The driver had an extraordinary run with McLaren driving for them for eight years before moving to Mercedes in 2027. It was a shock to everyone when he announced his departure from Formula 1 in 2030 and no one expected him to return. Today’s news has everyone wondering– what has made him put his racing gloves back on?

You scoff as you toss your phone on the kitchen counter. Lando was always going to worm his way back in wasn’t he? You hear Oscar traipse into the kitchen, feet shuffling against the floor. “Am I dreaming or did I read that article right?” He asks as he grabs his mug from the cabinet. 

“Nope you read it right.” You sigh as you lean against the kitchen island. “Probably ran out of money already. That yacht had to cost a pretty penny.” 

Oscar keeps his back to you as he watches the black liquid pour into his mug. “Think he’ll be an issue this season?” 

You shrug even though Oscar can’t see you. “You gonna let him get into your head like old times?” You can’t answer the actual question because you know Lando is a good driver and you don’t know what Williams' car is going to be like this season. 

“I’m not 23 anymore.” Oscar says as he finally turns around to face you. 

“Well then you’ve answered your own question.” 

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Monaco Grand Prix 2032 

It’s early. Way too early for Oscar’s alarm clock to be blaring the way it is. His eyes are half lidded as he rolls over, his hand haphazardly slamming down on his phone to get it to shut up. It’s barely daylight outside, the birds are just starting to sing, but the bedroom is still dark. His arm reaches out for you out of habit, but he’s met with empty cold bed sheets.

Then as if on cue the bathroom door opens and light billows out into the room. You walk over to your vanity in nothing but your bra and underwear, paying no mind to your husband who’s watching your every move. You grab your lotion and quickly begin to massage it into your skin. As you get to your right leg you pause briefly, your fingers delicately running over the ragged scar, memories of that day and the events that followed always resurface when you look at it or the one on your wrist.

It’s still hard sometimes to not reminisce or think about how things could have turned out– even almost ten years later. But now wasn’t the time to get into one of your depressive episodes, there were more important things at stake today. So you finish applying your lotion, throw on your silk robe, and lock eyes with the still sleepy Australian. 

“Let’s go.” You command. 

Oscar groans, but obeys. 

A while later your Monaco home is filled with members of Oscar’s personal team. His physiotherapist has him stretching in the living room while he watches highlights from qualifying yesterday. In the kitchen you can hear his nutritionist mixing up a smoothie, a concoction of vitamins and proteins– all the healthy stuff Oscar needs.

You’re sat on the couch in the living room– the TV in front of you, Oscar stretching to the left of you in front of the massive floor to ceiling windows that showcase a gorgeous view of the Mediterranean, and to the right in the dining room sits your three year old daughter Sophia. She’s clutching her favorite stuffed animal in one hand while she fists her fork in the other, scrambled egg hanging on by a thread. Your Mom sits beside her, trying to get Sophia to focus more on eating than rambling about how her Daddy is going to win tomorrow. 

You’re half watching the TV half looking at the mockups for a campaign Oscar and you are doing for Rolex. It’s supposed to be about you two– Game Changer. The Piastris x Rolex– is what the mockup reads. And even with both of you on the campaign it seems to only imply Oscar is a part of it. Your head perks up once the replays stop and the presenters begin to talk. Oscar’s stats are displayed on the screen for the season so far, and they aren’t something to brag about, at least to your standards.

I think it’s safe to say that Piastri is the heavy favorite for the win today against Edwards says one of the presenters and out of the corner of your eye you see Oscar grimace, from the things his physio is making him do or the fact that a rookie, an eighteen year old child, is in the ranks to beat him today you’re not sure. 

Even if he’s been looking pretty shaky coming off his surgery last season, he’s still not the guy you want to face heading into your first race around Monaco. If Oscar can get his car and mind working for him, this is a great opportunity to end his losing streak as we start this triple header. 

Oscar walks over to the coffee table, grabs the remote and mutes the TV. Your eyes follow him as he walks back over to his physiologist and starts doing something with an exercise band. You look back over at the now muted TV and then back down to the papers on the coffee table. You grab the red sharpie that’s next to the papers and very boldly write an S on the end of change. The mockup now corrected to– 

Game Changers. The Piastris x Rolex. 

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You walk beside Oscar as you both head towards his driver's room. The race was set to start in forty minutes. 

“You’re gonna want to watch that last sector, you’re weak there compared to Edwards.” You tell Oscar, who shakes his head as he listens. 

Then as if on cue Edwards walks past the two of you, Oscar nods at him and Edwards nods back in awe. The rookie was a known fanboy of some of the drivers, Oscar especially, but Oscar grimaces at the young drivers admiration, which you clock immediately. 

Oscar’s drivers room is quiet as you two sit, waiting for the clock to wind down. He’s focusing or at least trying to get into racing mode. His biceps flex under his fireproofs as he grips the edge of the physio table. You think he might break his jaw with how vigorously he’s chewing his gum, his jaw flexing every single time. Then a knock sounds at the door and a papaya colored polo peaks around the corner. “15 minutes Oscar.” 

You both nod and the door closes. “You ready?” You question. 

Oscar sits for a moment longer before taking a deep breath as he gets up from the table. He does up his race suit and has you fasten the velcro collar– like always. You two then stand face to face and when you hold out your hand to his mouth he spits out his gum. 

“Decimate that little bitch.” You say with a smirk on your face. 

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Your Monaco home is the complete opposite of how it was this morning. The team members are long gone and you’re no longer watching Oscar’s qualifying session– you’re watching him get destroyed in the race from earlier today. 

“He was driving really well…” Oscar trails off as the mistake that cost him the win plays on the TV. 

You grab the remote, pausing it. “We’ve got to figure out what’s going on here. These P4s and P5s are not going to win you the championship.” You move slightly out of Oscar’s arms as you turn to look at him. 

“Baby….”

You shrug him off, annoyed that he’s not taking this seriously. “I mean you may as well just let the reserve take your seat. If this isn’t gonna be a championship year then why bother?” 

“I’m just rusty. It’s a confidence thing.” Oscar wishes you’d understand where he’s coming from, but you don’t and you never will. 

“Get your fucking confidence back. I can’t do it for you.” 

Oscar rolls his eyes at your dramatics. “No one’s asking you to.” 

You fully move out of his embrace now, body turned to face him on the couch. “You are when you race like that.” Your eyes glance over at the scar on Oscar’s forearm. A wreck in Miami last year took him out for the majority of the season. “I would have killed for a recovery like yours. I would have literally stabbed someone. An old lady. A child.” Your eyes meet once again and you hope what you’re saying is soaking into that brain of his. “What’s it gonna take to make you really race again Oscar? What do I have to do?  

Oscar doesn’t answer, just stares at you with those pretty brown eyes, mainly because he doesn’t know if anything will ever get him to really race again. He’s still going to make you happy and when you’re happy he’s happy– it’s exhausting. 

“Mommy?” The sweet sound of your daughter's voice fills the air and Oscar and you both turn to look at her. “Can we watch Tangled?” 

You smile softly at your little girl who’s standing in the doorway. “Of course baby. We were just talking about racing.” You spot your Mom walking into the room, a relieved look on her face, Sophia had clearly snuck away from her. 

“You always talk about racing.” 

Oscar slightly frowns, because it’s true. All that is ever discussed in this house is racing, especially when he came back after his injury. 

Your smile also slightly falters, but not as much as Oscar’s. “I know. Come here.” You grab her iPad from the arm of the couch and walk towards her. “You start the movie with Grandma and in a little bit I’ll be in there. We can even order some pizza later. How does that sound?”

“Okay Mommy.” Sophia says in her little voice as she walks off towards the other room with your Mom. 

Oscar looks back at the paused TV as he hears the opening scene of Tangled playing in the other room. His mind is thinking about a million things at the moment, but when you enter the room again his mind stops and focuses back on you. 

“She likes it when we are all at home and my Mom comes to stay. She hates it when you’re gone.” You state as you sit back down on the couch, tucking yourself into Oscar’s side, who wastes no time in letting his hands roam over you.

You tried to take Sophia to as many races as you could, but a child needs stability in their life and the weeks after weeks of traveling became more of a hassle than anything. 

“We can keep staying at home..” 

You scoff, why couldn’t he just come out and say it to you? You knew what he was implying. “Of course we can. We can just be rich people now if that’s all you think you can handle. We can run the foundation full time. Travel. Do rich people shit. Or you can keep being a Formula 1 driver, which is what you still are. So what’s it gonna be?” 

Oscar doesn’t say anything, he just starts playing with your hand, slotting his fingers between yours. 

“Huh?” You press for an answer. 

He brings your arm up to his face and starts pressing chaste kisses down your arm until he lands on your intertwined hands, his lips lingering as he presses the final one to the top of your hand. “I’m gonna be a Formula 1 driver.” 

“Good.” You grab your phone from your pocket, checking the dates of the upcoming races alongside every other thing you guys have going on. “You need to get some extra time on the sim. I’ll get in contact with Andrea.” 

“I don’t need extra time on the sim.” Oscar groans, running the simulator wasn’t going to fix what he had going on at the moment. 

“Yes you do.” Your hand rests on his chest as you look up at your husband. You only want what is best for him. “You need to start winning, Oscar. Right now you’re getting crushed by guys like Edwards. We need to figure out how to get you back out there fighting. I need the man who has four championships, who used to be ruthless out on that track, back out there.” 

He lifts your hand from its home on his chest and playfully bites it. You pull away annoyed that he’s not taking this seriously. “Oh come on I’m still the same person Y/N. I’m just struggling to get back into the groove of things.” 

You get up off the couch, phone in hand. “I’m gonna make some calls, see if we can get some things lined out.” 

“Hey.” Oscar calls out. 

You turn back to look at him. 

“I love you.”

You give him a small smile, your phone already up to your ear waiting for an answer. “I know.” 

The rest of the season plays out like something you would have never expected. Oscar’s consistent P4’s and the occasional P3 or P2 have him second in the Championship rankings and the person in third is Lando. The Williams car this season was incredible and when you add Lando as a driver it’s no surprise he’s third, but that’s not what you want for this championship battle. It’s a three way fight between Isack, Oscar, and Lando and the decider is the final race of the season– Abu Dhabi. 

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Abu Dhabi Grand Prix 2032 

Lando had been struggling in the PR sense of his job for years. Always caught doing something he shouldn't have been doing or was with someone he shouldn’t have been with. Spending money like crazy, partying, the whole nine yards. So it was no surprise to anyone when he’s seen on Raya or when he’s really desperate– Tinder. He knows his actions and scandals spread like wildfire, but when he spots a pretty girl at the hotel bar he can’t help himself. 

“So do you win a lot?” The girl asks. 

“Yeah.” Lando laughs before taking a swig of his drink– he needed to be a lot more drunk for this conversation. 

He’s not sure how much longer he can carry this conversation, his eyes wandering around the luxurious hotel. They land on a woman walking into the bar for a moment, before he remembers the one next to him. “So are you from Abu Dahbi or just visiting?” 

She starts talking but Lando has already tuned her out, his gaze back on the woman, who after grabbing something from the bartender turns around and Lando sees it's you. The two of you lock eyes for a moment before his ‘date’ brings him back. 

“Are you okay?” The girl asks. 

“Sorry?” Lando replies already watching you walk back towards the elevators. “Excuse me, I just have to…” Lando is already up out of his seat before he can finish his sentence or the girl can respond. 

You hand the cup of tea to your Mom. “I’m just gonna ask about the beds. You guys go on up, I’ll be right there.” She nods and smiles, taking Sophia’s hand in hers before entering the elevator. 

As the doors close Lando appears and the smile you had on your face immediately vanishes. “What the fuck are you doing here?” You ask in a hushed tone. 

Lando gives you a confused look. “In case you forgot I’m racing tomorrow.” 

“I know that. You’re not staying at this hotel are you?” You ask. 

“It’s the hotel basically all the drivers stay at.” He pauses for a moment, already planning on how to get under your skin. “You’re not staying here are you? I assumed you guys would rent a villa or something.” 

“Sophia likes it when all of us are together.” 

“Oh.” Lando says as he nods at the mention of your daughter and you notice the slight change in his expression. 

“Listen. Oscar can’t see us together. He already thinks the universe is out to get him by making this championship battle so close. He doesn’t need to be worried about anything else.” 

Lando quirks an eyebrow at you– a slight smirk on his face. “What else would he have to be worried about?” 

You ignore his suggestive statement and let your eyes wander past him and onto the girl at the bar who’s staring you down. 

Lando on the other hand can’t help but check you out, you’ve never looked better in his opinion and he can’t help but feel the energy between you two– it’s always there when you two are around each other. 

“Are you on a date?” You ask, laughing slightly. 

“No. Well yes– maybe.” 

“Either way can you go and seal the deal and get out of here? Maybe you’ll be too strung out to make it to the race tomorrow.” You suggest, noticing the lingering glances from the people in the hotel. 

“I don’t think we have to worry about that.” 

“No? Well let me send my condolences to that poor girl then. Don’t think your dick can get hard anymore without the drugs.” 

Lando smiles like you didn’t just say that loud enough for the people around to hear. “Your Mom looks good.” 

“I know she does, Lando.” You reply with disdain. 

The ding of the elevator breaks them from their conversation before it gets any worse. A group of people exit and you walk into the now empty elevator and press your floor number. 

“Stay the fuck away from us.” 

The doors close and Lando is left standing there slightly turned on and pissed at the same time. He goes to press the elevator button to head up to his room, but then remembers the girl he left sitting at the bar. She’s a little confused and unsettled as Lando sits back down next to her. 

“Sorry… that was um..” He gives up trying to explain who you were and decides to go a new route. “Hey.” He says low and sensual before saying fuck it and crashing his lips onto hers. She pulls back for a moment, taken aback by his brashness, but then she kisses him back. It’s hot and heavy and Lando doesn’t even care that he’s making out with some random girl at the hotel bar. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

The following day you’re sat outside McLaren’s hospitality in between practice sessions. You’re checking the weather for Sunday, nervous about anything and everything that could happen. Luckily it just seems like Saturday night will be windy, but other than that the weekend seems to be good weather wise. In the other tab you have open the championship points, the small differences in the top three makes you sick to your stomach. It could be anyone's race tomorrow, but you pray it’s Oscar’s.

“Seeing if the weather is gonna be on your side Sunday?” 

You roll your eyes at the all so familiar British accent that fills your ears. “What are you doing here? Isn’t it time for you to start looking for your next victim for tonight?” 

Lando moves from behind you to now stand in front of you. He’s awfully brave being outside of McLaren’s hospitality right now, Oscar could walk out of there at any moment, not to mention the hundreds of people around. “I think I’ll stick with the one from last night.” 

“Wow. It must be love.”  

Lando smiles and you want to slap it right off of his face. “Come have a cigarette with me.” 

You focus your attention back on your laptop. “I don’t smoke and I’m not talking to you.” 

You’re expecting him to go away, but you should really know better by now. He just stands there and when you finally look back up at him you sigh and close your laptop. 

Somehow the two of you find a secluded area in the paddock, you’re sure someone is watching you, but it’s not out in the open and there’s trees overhead. 

Lando leans against the wall of some building, cigarette between his fingers. “I’m gonna propose something to you.” He says as he takes a drag, blowing the smoke directly in your face. 

You snarl, fanning the smoke away. “Blow it away from me.” 

“Sorry.” He states, exhaling in the opposite direction. “It’s gonna make you angry. It’s gonna make you very angry. But you have to hear me out. Okay?” 

The hustle and bustle from the paddock fills the silence between the two of you as you just stare at him. 

“I want you to be my mentor– be by my side.” 

Your eyes widen at the driver in front of you. “What?” 

“Even if he wins the championship, Oscar is still gonna retire as someone who was just really really good. That’s what you guys will have done together. But imagine if you could turn Lando Norris into a guy who wins the championship.” Lando takes another puff from his cigarette. “I still have a season. I still have one good season and I need you to bring it out of me. So what do you think?” 

You’re in utter disbelief at the shit that’s spewing out of Lando’s mouth at the moment. Oscar was more than just really good– he had four championships under his belt. How many did Lando have? Zero. He had some fucking nerve to stand here and think you would ever be his mentor or be apart of his team. Before you even realize you’re doing it your hand comes up and slaps Lando right across the face, your hand stinging from the impact on his cheek. 

“Ow!” Lando yelps, his cigarette flying onto the pavement. 

“How dare you fucking ask me that!” 

“Jesus Christ!” Lando exclaims, his hand now holding his face. 

“You want some coaching? You wanna hear the most useful advice I can give you about your racing?” You’re beyond pissed, you're talking with your hands and if looks could kill Lando would be dead. “Quit. Right now. Right this instant.” 

“You know that when I’m good. I’m the best in the world.” Lando shoots back cockily. 

You scoff. “Just because you’re a part of the so-called twenty best drivers in the world doesn’t mean you’re the best. You shouldn’t even be back on the grid.” 

“I still have a shot. I’m not third in the standings for nothing.” 

“You’re 33. You’d have a better shot with a handgun in your mouth.” 

Lando acts like that comment didn’t sting a little and his silence allows for you to continue your rant. “I mean, really, why don’t you go home and ask your Dad for a share of Pure Electric? Or just ask them for some money? Go be like every other spoiled little prince who never amounted to anything and stop this little performance of being some down on his luck professional.” 

“Y/N-” 

You shake your head at him– you were far from done. “No. You’re not 23 anymore. It’s not cute for you to pretend like you have another season to prove yourself, that you’re some driver who’s stuck in a shit team. And its fucking unforgivable that you would ask me to devote a single second of my time to helping you chase after your dream. You don’t have a dream Lando. You never fucking did.” 

Lando rolls his eyes. “Is that what you and Oscar are doing? Living the dream?” 

You defensively cross your arms across your chest. “That’s exactly what we’re doing.” 

“Well then how come you hate him?” Lando questions, causing you to scoff. “You do. It’s obvious that you do. You can feel him giving up already even though you know he’s not gonna retire until you let him.” 

“He’s a grown man. He can do whatever he wants.” 

Lando laughs in your face and it makes you even more mad. “Sure, but he doesn’t. He does whatever you want. Except now he’s not even pretending to like it.” 

You start to go right back at him but he interrupts you before you can. “He’s dreaming about eating cheeseburgers again, watching your daughter– Sophia– grow up, maybe getting a job doing commentary. He’s ready to be dead. And you’re starting to realize that you might not want to be buried with him. Because who is he to you if he’s not racing?”

“You think he’s just a race car driver and a dick? Win me races and championships and give me babies?” 

Lando looks at you with those piercing blue eyes of his and you hate how you know every speckle of green in them. 

“Does Oscar know about the Netherlands?” You don’t answer. “I think you got back into the racing world and onto Oscar’s team for something else.” 

“For what? For you? You think I decided to mentor Oscar, marry him and have his child, just so I could throw it all away to fuck you years later? Yeah because that makes sense.” 

Lando smirks. “Maybe you just wanted to see me all the time then.” 

“I’ve seen you. You look like shit.” 

You start to walk away, completely done with this conversation, but Lando of course always has to get the last word in. 

“I’m gonna beat him.” You stop and turn back to face him. “I’m gonna beat him Sunday. I have to.” 

“Even if you could beat him, it wouldn’t change anything.” 

“It’ll break him. You know it will Y/N.” 

You shake your head at him. “It won’t make you. It’s too late for that.” 

As you go to leave again, Lando grabs your hand and slides a piece of paper in it. “My number. In case you change your mind about mentoring.” 

You scoff as you glance at the paper– his number is written in chicken scratches on the hotel branded paper. “I won’t.” 

The conversation is finally over with and you walk off back towards McLaren’s hospitality, praying no one overheard or seen you slap him. Lando sticks behind, picking up his cigarette from the pavement and relighting it as he watches you walk away. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Saturday rolls around and Lando somehow puts it on pole. You’re sure he used every ounce of spite in his body to do so, but it’s stressing you out even more about tomorrow, you can only imagine how Oscar is feeling. 

While you’re stressing in the hotel room Oscar has decided to go to the sauna to try and steam out his stress. He’s been the only one in there for a good while and he decides to put a towel over his face, trying to smother the stress out. 

Unknowingly to Oscar the door opens and Lando walks in– naked. 

“Can you do me a favor?” 

Oscar jumps at the sound of another voice in the confined space with him, he quickly pulls the towel off his face only to be met with the one person he didn’t want to see, especially naked. 

“Can you not, like, demolish me tomorrow?” 

Oscar sits up straight, eyes narrowing in on his former teammate. “You literally got pole for tomorrow. What are you even talking about?” 

Lando doesn’t respond for a moment and Oscar takes the opportunity to leave, but Lando stops before he can fully get up. 

“Oscar. Come on, can we talk?” 

“Can you put your dick away?” Oscar asks. Lando only smirks, lifting his leg up to rest on the bench, his dick even more prominent. 

“This is a sauna.” Lando counters back, but when Oscar sighs Lando sits down next to him, his towel giving him barely any modesty. “We’ve been around each other for years, co-workers, friends, dare I say even more than friends in some moments, but we haven’t spoken really since I left McLaren. It’s just silly man. It’s dramatic. I mean really– why are you still so angry with me?” 

Oscar laughs, of course Lando was playing that game today. 

“I don’t buy that it’s because of Y/N. Or, I don’t think it’s because of what happened to her. I think you’re still just really disturbed by the fact that she could be into somebody like me.” 

“When we were in our early twenties, we were barely adults.” Oscar states. 

Lando raises his eyebrows, the corners of his lips curling. “Right. When we were younger.” 

They look at each other, something unspoken between them. They both know, but neither of them will come right out and say it. 

Lando sighs, leaning back, letting the sauna relax him. “Honestly, I thought you’d be happy that I came back this season. You know I talked to Zak, he wanted me to come back to McLaren. It could have been like old times Osc.” 

Oscar cringes at the old nickname, memories of good times between them start to arise– memories before you came into their lives. “I know what you’re trying to do right now.” 

“I’m not trying to do anything. I don’t have to play mind games with you.” Lando says laughing. 

“Right. You don’t give a shit.” 

“I didn’t say that.” 

“We both know you have considerably more at stake here than I do.” 

“Do I?” Lando questions. 

Oscar looks at him for a long minute, if there was one thing Lando was good at, it was getting under people’s skin. “Where do you get your confidence from?” Lando’s not sure what he means by that and gives him a questioning look. “You come in here swinging your dick around like I’m supposed to be afraid of it or want it or something, but do you understand how embarrassing it is that you’re here?” 

Lando rolls his eyes. “Not quite as embarrassing as you being here.” 

“You’re trying to have this come back story and it’s not working. It’s reading more ‘loser F1 driver can’t let go of dream, and continues to tarnish what he did accomplish in his prime by coming back after quitting to try and chase a trophy he’ll never get’. It’s sad.”  Lando tries to defend himself, but Oscar continues his assault. “I’ve always tried to figure out what happened to you, but the more I think about it, the more I realize it’s about what didn’t happen. You didn’t grow up. You still think you can talk to me like I’m your peer because we used to be teammates and we worked our way up the racing ladder. But it doesn’t matter where you come from in racing Lando. It only matters if you win. And I do. A lot.” 

“You haven’t won this season.” Is all Lando has to throw back in Oscar’s face. 

And Oscar laughs at Lando’s pitiful insult. “So what? I have four championship titles. Five after tomorrow. Racing is about winning the points that matter. And the people who win those points matter.” 

“I don’t matter?” Lando asks. 

“Not even to the most obsessive Formula 1 fan in the world.” Oscar’s words are filled with venom. 

“We’re not talking about racing, Oscar.” 

They’re talking about you and they both know it.

“What the fuck else do you and I have to talk about?” 

Lando and Oscar lock eyes for a brief moment, the energy between them is palpable and for a second they both get lost, but then Lando brings them back. 

“I just wanted to come in here to wish you luck.” 

Lando could really talk out of his ass and Oscar found it funny. “That makes no sense.” 

“I wanted to tell you that I’m looking forward to it. I’ve missed it, it’s like old times.” 

“Oh yeah?” Oscar asks, his tone condescending. Lando nods his head. “Well I don’t miss it. I’m too old for this shit.” 

Oscar gets up and leaves, his towel tight around his waist, a stark contrast to Lando’s hand towel barely covering his dick, who sits there and watches as the door slams behind Oscar. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Later that night your Mom and you are tucking Sophia into bed, her night sky projector that she has to take everywhere is already up and going, the room swirling with stars. 

“Give Grandma kisses Soph.” You tell her as you sit on the corner of her bed. Sophia leans over and gives your Mom a kiss. 

“Your turn Mommy!” Sophia says, already leaning towards you. You give her a kiss and then an extra one on her forehead for good measure. 

“Goodnight baby.” You tell her with a smile. 

“Goodnight.” 

You shut off the bedside lamp and leave the door slightly ajar as you exit the room. 

“What time do you want me to come take her tomorrow?” Your Mom asks in a hushed voice as you two walk towards the front door. 

“Whenever. She can be with Andrew while we’re doing warmups and stuff. I’ll text you when we get up in the morning.” 

She nods before giving you a quick hug and kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight sweetie.” 

“Goodnight.” 

She leaves and you lean against the now closed door for a moment to yourself before going into the bedroom. 

Oscar is in the bathroom brushing his teeth when you enter. You quickly change into a little silk pajama set and begin applying your body cream. You can hear the tap running still, but then it stops and you hear the sound of Oscar walking towards the threshold of the bathroom. He stops and leans against the open door frame that separates the bathroom from the bedroom. 

“Tell me it doesn’t matter.” 

You look up at him as you’re sitting on the bed, his biceps flexing in his white t-shirt as he crosses his arms. You don’t say anything to him as you two lock eyes. 

“Tell me it doesn’t matter if I win tomorrow.” His eyes are pleading and you know where this conversation is going to go. 

“No.” 

Oscar looks at you, surprised yet not surprised at your answer. 

“You tell me if it matters. You’re the professional competitor Oscar.” He still doesn’t say anything, he just keeps looking at you from across the room. “It can’t be about avoiding my judgment. I’m not a nun. I’m not your mommy.” 

“I just want you to tell me that you’ll love me no matter what.” 

He’s opening his heart and you laugh. “Who am I? Jesus?” 

“Yeah.” 

And you both know he’s serious. 

You sigh, your hand smoothing out a wrinkle on the bedding. “You know you can beat him.” 

“What if I don’t? How are you gonna look at me then?” 

“Just like this.” 

You look at him, with what you think is a neutral expression and he stares back with one of worry. 

“I’m gonna say something, and it’s probably gonna make you angry, but I want you to hear me out.” He pauses and you brace yourself for what you know is coming. “I want to retire this year whether we win the championship or not.”

You don’t say anything.

“I’m still gonna try. I’m still gonna go for it. But I’m tired. I don’t want to be one of those guys who doesn’t know when to walk away. It’s embarrassing to still be doing this shit when you’re forty.” He shouldn’t be this sick over telling you he wants to quit, yet here he is feeling like he’s gonna vomit. 

You close your eyes for a brief moment and take a deep breath. You’d had an inkling that this was coming. You knew your husband, you could read him like a book, but you’d prayed he could power through for a couple more years. If anything, what's making you more upset at the moment is that what Lando had said yesterday was true. So instead of playing into Lando’s statement you try to be as alright with this as you can. “Okay.” 

“Okay?” Oscar questions. 

You shrug your shoulders. “If you want to quit racing, quit racing. You don’t need my permission.” 

“We’re doing this together. We’ve always been doing this together.” 

“I’m just the coach, the mentor. I work for you.” 

“Coach me then.” Oscar states. 

You can feel the frustration building in you. “I am coaching you.” 

Oscar shakes his head at you. “I’m playing for both of us, Y/N. I know that.” 

You look at him for a beat, your eyes scanning up and down the man you call your husband. “If you don’t win tomorrow, I’ll leave you. How’s that?” Oscar doesn’t say anything, just stands there staring at you. “I’m serious…. Does that help you?” 

Oscar looks at you for another moment before walking over towards the bed and sitting down next to you. You two sit in silence for a moment, soaking in what this actually means, and what the future might hold. His large hand sets gently on your bare thigh, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your lotioned skin.

There’s so many unspoken words between you two and you want to tell him right out that he can’t quit, he can’t give up, but he’s tired. He’s been done for some time and how much longer can you beat a dead horse? He needs to win that championship tomorrow if you want any chance of trying to change his mind.

You feel his lips gently kiss your bare shoulder, then your forehead, then finally landing on your lips. The kiss grows heated, your hands roaming each other, but it ends up going nowhere. Neither of your hearts are in it at the moment. You two lock eyes once more and he cradles your face in his hands, planting one more kiss on your lips. Then, he slowly makes his way down your body, he makes sure to kiss your scars and before you know it he’s kneeling at the edge of the bed. It’s pathetic and submissive, the way he’s clinging onto you, kissing every inch of you, but you run your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck as he continues. 

“Will you just hold me?” Oscar asks. You don’t say anything, but you gently pull him back onto the bed until his head is resting on your legs. “Just until I fall asleep?”

“Okay.” 

So you hold him as he closes his eyes, clinging to you like you’re his lifeline. You catch a glimpse of you two in the mirror in the corner and you sigh, this is not how you pictured your life. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

It’s midnight when you make a decision that will ultimately have consequences. Your phone lights up your face as you stand in the hallway of your hotel suite. To your right Oscar is asleep in your bed and to your left Sophia sleeps soundly, the light from her star projector seeping through the cracked door. 

The piece of paper Lando gave you yesterday sits in your free hand. You slowly type in the number, making sure you got the numbers right and then start typing your text. 

you: want to go for a drive? 

lando: bad news. i flew here. 

you: don’t act like you don’t have access to a car if you needed one. 

lando: ok whats the plan? 

you: pick me up outside in twenty minutes 

lando: 👍

You give yourself a quick glance over in the mirror in the hall and quietly leave the suite. 

As you stand outside the front of the hotel the valet guy keeps giving you weird looks. Your attire for night– a hoodie and pajama shorts may not be helping your case. Or he’s probably wondering if you’re the same lady on the giant billboard that you can see down the street from here. 

You make Lando text you as he’s pulling up and thankfully the car he’s in has tinted windows. You hurriedly get into the back seat, hoping the valet didn’t get a peak of who was in the car. 

“What are you–?” Lando questions, turning around to look at you. 

“Just drive. I told the valet guy I was waiting for an Uber.” 

Lando pulls away and finds a somewhat barren parking lot to park the car in so you can get into the front seat. “We shouldn’t stay parked here too long. I don’t want anyone to think I’m a hooker and call the cops.” You state as you get settled. 

“We can just go back to the hotel.” Lando suggests. 

“I’m not here to fuck you, Lando.” 

He looks at you for a moment, what was this other than a booty call? “You’re not?” 

You roll your eyes at him, not everything was about sex, but between you two you guess it was. “No…. I want you to lose tomorrow.” 

“I’m aware of that.” Lando says, his tone snarky. 

You turn as best you can in the passenger seat to fully face him as you get ready to imply something that Oscar would never forgive you for. “I’m asking you to lose tomorrow.” 

Lando starts laughing at you, his gap in his teeth on display. “Fuck off.” He looks over at you to see if you’re actually serious and his laughter comes to an immediate halt. You’re deadly serious. You two knew each other more than you’d both like to admit, and he’d seen that stone cold stare more times than he’d like to have. 

“He’s been doing really well during this last half of the season. It’s been a struggle, but if he wins this championship he’ll know he can win more. He needs this.” You plead with Lando, even throwing in those puppy dog eyes that used to do you wonders with him, his response lets you know it’s not cute when a 31 year old woman does it. 

“He needs this?” Lando asks. You don’t respond, what else did you really have to say? “What about what I need?” 

You simply shrug your shoulders at his question, you weren’t here to talk about what Lando needed, you were here to ensure that what your husband needed would happen. 

Lando lets out a breathy laugh, more in disbelief than finding it funny. “I can’t believe you’d do this to him.” He shakes his head at you and you still just sit there silently. “I mean, fucking me would be one thing, but this? This is unforgivable.” 

You narrow your eyes at him, you knew what you were doing, you knew Oscar would be pissed if he found out, but that wasn’t any of Lando’s business to bring up. “I’m actually being incredibly kind to both of you right now. I’m taking such good care of my little race car drivers.” 

Lando was not going to do this. He’d gotten this close to the championship title and he wasn’t going to throw it away because poor little Oscar needed an ego boost and you needed to be in control of everything like always. He was putting his foot down, no matter how much control you still wielded over him. “No. No fucking way.” 

“All right. Then take me back to the hotel.” Lando sits idly, his hands on the wheel, but makes no initiative to start the car. “Drive, you piece of shit!” You yell, fed up with being in the car with him. 

“You know what the most frustrating part of this is? You know what really drives me crazy?” Lando starts in with his dumb shit and you have no patience for it.

“Start the car.” You command as you face forward in your seat, your eyes straight ahead at the empty parking lot.

Lando ignores you, because of course he does, and continues talking. “You did come here to fuck me. But you’re so full of shit that you won’t even admit that to yourself.” 

Your eyes flicker over at the Brit for a split second and you think you could do this one last time, for the sake of Oscar’s career. “Listen… if that’s the only way to get you to throw the race.” 

“Oh, go fuck yourself, you absolute loser.” The thing is Lando would fuck you in a heartbeat, but it’s not on terms he particularly likes. 

It’s your turn to laugh in disbelief now. “I’m the loser?” 

“Yes. Yes you are. Look at you.” Lando looks at you with a look of disgust on his face before he starts the car. “Time for your Uber driver to drop you back off to your family.” 

You don’t even fire a comment back at him, you just lean back in the seat and look out the window. 

The whole ride back to the hotel Lando is at war with his mind. One side tells him to just do it, but the other side tells him to stick to his word and not give in. It’s not until he sees the highrise hotel in the distance that he makes his decision. 

“Fuck it. I’ll do it.” 

You look over at him, surprised. “Why?” 

“What do you mean why?” 

“I want you to actually do it, so tell me you understand why.” You command as you look at the British man in the driver's seat. 

“I’m not married to you, Y/N. Just be happy that I’m doing what you want and shut up about it.” 

He’s so good at getting under your skin it drives you crazy. “You’re such a fucking child.”

“Of course I am. I’ve spent my entire life playing with cars.” 

You glare at him, your irritation growing stronger by the minute. “You’re one of the most egotistical people I’ve ever met.” 

“Oh sure, but I’ve never been confused about the fact that I’m a piece of shit. That’s what you like about me.” Lando says with a smirk. 

“I don’t like anything about you.” 

Lando glances over at you for a brief second. “You like precisely one thing about me, and it’s that I’m such a piece of shit that I could actually see you for what you are.” 

You raise your eyebrows, intrigued as to what he’s gonna say. “What am I?” 

“In reality? A really, really, insanely hot woman. I guess now you’d say a MILF.” 

In this moment you wished this car would crash into the nearest building and he’d die on impact. You can’t believe you’re in this car with him right now. “Pull over.” 

“We’re almost back at the hotel. Don’t be dramatic.” Lando says, pointing at the lit up building in the near distance. 

“Pull over!” 

“Fine, damn.” Lando abruptly pulls over into what seems to be a construction sight. Before he can even put the car in park you’re undoing your seatbelt and getting out and taking off towards what you think is the hotel.

“Hey!” You hear Lando yell and you turn around to see him pointing in the other direction. “The hotel is that way.” He yells with a smirk on his face. 

You’re at your breaking point as you stomp back towards him to go in the right direction. He tries to grab your arm as you pass by him, but you swat it away. You’re pissed and you’re looking at him with nothing but pure hatred and Lando knows how close to the edge he’s got you and it makes him giddy inside. 

“Are you gonna hit me again?” He teases. 

You stand face to face with him, his blue eyes boring into yours and then without even thinking twice about it you spit in his face– hard. Lando stands there stunned for a moment, but a smile slowly starts to creep onto his face, because he knows what he’s accomplished.

Then without warning you push him against the car and kiss him. It’s messy and rushed, teeth clashing as you grab at one another. It’s like you can’t get enough of one another– a drug that’s impossible to be sober from. And you hate how well Lando knows your body, knows what makes you tick, even after all these years. His lips find their way to your neck and a small moan escapes past your lips as he finds that one spot that drives you crazy. 

In the distant background the giant billboard of Oscar and you for your campaign for Rolex is lit up in the night sky. 

Game Changers: The Piastris x Rolex 

Lando catches sight of it when he goes to open the door he’s leaning against, and he wonders if you’ve seen it too. But those thoughts are instantly thrown away when he hears the whimpers escape past your lips as you straddle him in the backseat. It’s like music to his ears and he’s gonna hear it on repeat for as long as he can. 

The windows of the car are steamed up like crazy, but from the outside you can’t tell, thanks to the blackout tint. Lando and you are intertwined in each other’s arms, both too tired to put your clothes back on at least for the moment. You lean your head against his built chest as his fingers delicately trace the length of your arm. 

“I miss watching you race Y/N. You were so beautiful.” 

You change the subject, now was not the time to reminisce, even though your actions moments ago were ones of reminiscing. “You have to make him feel like he earned it tomorrow. You can’t just slow down on the last lap.” 

Lando glances down at you. “Are you sure this is what you want?” 

“What else could I want?” You mumble. Lando doesn’t say anything, you both know what you also meant by that. It was never going to be him in the end.  “How will I know you’re gonna do it?” 

Lando presses a featherlight kiss to your head. “You won’t.” 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

The hotel is quiet as you walk down the vacant hallway towards the suite. It’s late, close to two in the morning as you try to quietly close the door behind you– it clicks shut louder than you expect. You tiptoe over to the couch and take off your hoodie before heading to your bedroom. You stop abruptly in the doorway when you notice that the bed is empty and Oscar isn’t there. You turn around and sneak over to Sophia’s room, you see that the door is closed and you know you left it cracked earlier. The door creaks slightly as you open it just enough for you to peak your head in. The sight in front of you makes your heart ache and the guilt starts to creep in. Oscar’s cramped in the small bed next to Sophia, her nightlight still making the room glow as he holds her. 

You close the door and find yourself sitting on the couch, staring out the giant windows at the lit up cityscape. You feel empty, like a shell of the person you once knew. You never thought your life would end up here, yet you do nothing to try and learn from the past. And you really begin to wonder– was all of this worth it?

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

The following morning is treated like any other race day. Everyone has their routine to follow and before you know it you’re headed to the track. 

You can feel the nerves radiating off of Oscar as you sit in his driver's room and the only thing you can think about is if Lando is going to keep his word. There’s the knock at the door and the fifteen minutes heads up, all normal routine. 

Oscar stands up, does his race suit up and you fasten his collar– like normal. 

But this time, before he walks off, you cradle his face in your hands, forcing him to look you in the eye. “That championship is yours today. Go show everyone how a champion wins.” 

Oscar smiles slightly. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” And you mean it and you mean it even more when you lean up and press your lips to his. 

You just had a funny way of showing it sometimes. 

The McLaren garage is electric as you make your way to your designated spot, making sure to grab your personal headset with your initials on the outside from the wall. The monitor in front of you shows the formation lap starting and you can feel the nerves starting to settle in. You’ve never felt this sick before any of Oscar’s races, let alone any of yours. 

The sun is just beginning to set around the Yas Marina circuit and when the five lights go out you think your brain does too. 

It’s the most eventful race of the season so far, multiple yellow flags and one red flag just as it hits the halfway point. Lando maintained the lead for the majority of the race and Oscar stayed close behind him, but not close enough to make a move. The action has been from the mid and back field so far. That is until the flood lights come on and Oscar finally has a chance to make a move on him, it’s risky and one slight overcorrection and they both would have been into the wall, but it’s Oscar and of course he overtakes beautifully. 

You feel your stomach do a flip when you see Oscar’s name at the top of the timing board and hear the crowd roar as he becomes the new race leader. 

But Lando wasn’t going down without a fight and that makes your stomach flip even more. 

Oscar can see the blue Williams in his mirrors, the way he taunts him at every overtaking opportunity, but Oscar wasn’t going to let him get into his head. Not now. 

For a couple laps the two of them go back and forth, constantly switching from P1 to P2 and it’s exhausting. He can hear his race engineer in his ear telling him to just go flat out, get as much distance between him and Lando as possible, but the wear on his tires tells him differently. 

Lando on the other hand is bored, this back and forth cat and mouse game was getting old. He could easily overtake Oscar again, take the lead and never look back, but your stupid voice in his head makes him stick around. Lando can see the laps dwindling down, the pit board letting him know there’s only 6 left as he passes by. 

It was time to make things interesting. 

At the next DRS zone he puts himself in the right position to overtake Oscar, he’d been behind him for some time now, he used to be his teammate, he knows how he defends. So he does the opposite. As he comes around the outside of the McLaren he knows Oscar will be looking and so he does the one thing he knows will get a reaction out of him. 

Lando sticks his hand out as best he can and waves. 

Oscar sees it immediately and he knows exactly what it means. He has flashbacks to Qatar all those years ago, to the Netherlands, to last night. Oscar wasn’t stupid, when he woke up last night he had a gut feeling as to where you were. But seeing Lando try and use it against him today has him sick, his heart was already beating fast from the race, but now he felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. His ears are ringing and he wants to drive this damn car into the wall at full speed. He doesn’t realize Isack is about ready to overtake him also until he sees the blur of the Red Bull go past him. 

Back in the McLaren garage you’re livid. Oscar had dropped down to P3 with five laps left. The broadcast shows replays of Lando waving at Oscar, the commentators making jokes about their friendly rivalry, but you know that wave had a deeper connotation. One you didn’t know the meaning of, but you did know Lando did it on purpose. You’d given away your body and betrayed your husband once again for Lando to not even keep his word.

Your eyes flicker back and forth between the broadcast and the data. If Oscar wanted this win he was going to have to give it everything he had and then some. You can hear Oscar and his race engineer talking through your headset about a new plan and in your opinion Tom is way too calm about all of this. He should be just as livid as you, but you guess that's why you never became an engineer. 

Putting your personal feelings and connections aside, you can’t lie– this race has provided some good racing. And as the laps dwindle down you see Oscar putting his foot on that damn peddle. He’s driving that car like his life depended on it, using every part of the track and he overtakes Isack and is back on Lando’s tail in no time. 

It was hot. 

The last two laps are the most adrenaline inducing heart pounding laps you’ve ever witnessed. Oscar’s practically against Lando’s rear wing at every corner. They keep swapping positions at every opportunity and it’s doing your head in. Everyone in the garage is on the edge of their seats, the crowd is screaming louder than you’ve ever heard before. 

As they round turn fourteen on the last lap you rip your headset off and run out of the garage, across the pit lane and cling to the fence. Your eyes are glued to the finish line, fingers gripping the chain-link as you wait to see them round the last corner. The crowd is on their feet, your ears ringing from how loud they are. You’ve never experienced an atmosphere like this except for maybe Abu Dhabi 21’, but even then this seems much more intense.  

You see them come around the corner and the distance to the finish line is short. Your heart is in your throat as you see them go side-by-side on the straightaway. The checkered flag waves and time seems to pass in slow motion. 

Your eyes are glued to the McLaren and Williams, the finish line yards away, both of them inching forward to take the lead. 

“COME ON!” You scream, your vocal chords straining as you shake the fence with your hands, jumping up and down. 

The crowd goes wild and the fireworks start going off– lighting up the night sky. Celebrations have already begun, cheers fill the air. Meanwhile, your heart is still pounding, ears ringing, and you think you’ve just had an out of body experience. 

You can’t believe the scene that just unfolded in front of you, it’s baffling and you’re replaying it in your mind as you stay standing by the fence. Did you really just witness that? 

If there was one thing you knew for sure though, something that was definite from this weekend, it was one thing. 

You finally got to see some good fucking racing. 

tag list: @mywritersmind @lanf1an @kingshitonly @lilyofthevalley-09 @norrisainz33 @dessashippr @taebearyoongs

[folkloresthings]

❛ THUNDERSTRUCK ❜ ❨ charles leclerc x dcc!reader ❩

where ferarri’s golden boy is in love with america’s sweetheart and doesn’t care what anyone has to say about it.

faceclaim: reece weaver.

… based loosely off of this request and my current obsession after binging the dcc documentary

INSTAGRAM.

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yourusername AHH!! so so so happy to announce that i’ll be returning for another year as a dallas cowboys cheerleader 💙 it’s my favourite job in the world and i couldn’t dream of doing anything else. see you on the field!!!

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user my fav girl after watching the doc on netflix!!!

dccheerleaders can’t wait for game day! 💙🏈📣

⤷ yourusername go cowboys!!!!

user is there going to be a season 2?

user what is mister charles leclerc doing in the likes

⤷ user america’s sweethearts/drive to survive crossover?

charles_leclerc 💙💙💙

⤷ user HELLO????

TWITTER.

INSTAGRAM.

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yourusername tune in today to watch us represent texas at the annual USA formula 1 grand prix! 🏎️ what’s harder: driving cars at 120mph or the thunderstruck choreo?

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scuderiaferrari you guys definitely win the difficulty contest

⤷ user dcc could race f1 but the drivers could never do the jump splits

user is she there w charles????

user you guys are obsessed, they’re probably not even dating

⤷ user i hope not, he suited girls like alex and charlotte so much more

landonorris me watching the pre-race performance 🤯🤯🤯

user okay i’m not a fan of her but that dancing???? holy shit she’s talented

⤷ user right??? those high kicks were fire

charles_leclerc i have, indeed, been thunderstruck

⤷ yourusername all the way to P1, i hope

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charles_leclerc bring your (beautiful, talented, badass, kind, yeehaw) girlfriend to work day and she’ll become your good luck charm

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user NOOO 💔 one win, one loss

carlossainz55 congrats bro!!! but you should’ve done the hairography on podium

⤷ user carlos knows what hairography is 😭

user he really shut you all down lmao

yourusername MY CHAMP! love you 🩷🩷🩷

⤷ user awwww they are cute you gotta admit

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yourusername swapped blue for red for a day ❤️

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user they’re growing on me

redbullracing come visit us next time and you can wear blue 😉

⤷ scuderiaferrari she’s ours!!!!

⤷ dccheerleaders maybe we should change our uniforms to red?

user she’s so cute

⤷ user right 🥹 you could hear her cheering for charles at the podium

⤷ user you could hear her accent too 😁

charles_leclerc my southern belle ❤️❤️❤️

⤷ yourusername yeehaw 🤠

🗞️ this wasn’t exactly what the original anon asked for but i wanted to write a dcc reader for weeeeeks and the ask finally gave me the change so i tweaked some things 😁😁😁

[imaginesig]

You Would've Done It Too

Ollie Bearman x Verstappen!Reader

SMAU

We all know Mad Max, but what if his younger sister is worse? And what if her on track enemy isn’t always that?

HEAVILY inspired by: Enemies or Lovers by @claypgeon and DR creators on tik Tok for radio ideas

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f2updates: Y/n Verstappen and Ollie Bearman made contact at todays GP. Both drivers are well, but forced to retire their cars

tagged: no one

user1 now this is real racing

user2 im glad that Ollie is finally giving Y/n's aggression back

user3 right?? Verstappens gone too long without someone humbling her

user4 I hope she can be tamed like Max and really put her drive to good use

user5 you know they’re both pissed

User6 these post race interviews are about to be HEATED

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f2updates

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f2updates: Y/n Verstappen and Ollie Bearman's comments on the incident today

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user1 lmao Y/n and HITECH can whine all they want, all Ollie did was exactly what they've been doing to the grid all year

user2 the jabs at each other give me life

user3 I live for this rivalry

user4 yes Ollie 👏👏 humble her

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f1

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f1: Prima driver, Ollie Bearman, will replace Carlos Sainz this weekend

tagged: prema_team, olliebearman, scuderiaferrari

user1 I wonder how y/n is feeling about this

user2 why bring her up, this ain’t about her

user1 because she's been negotiating with different teams to get a contract and try to drive in a free practice but now Ollie gets to race for Ferarri before she gets any of that

user4 and he gets to race against her brother, something Y/n has publicly said she misses and prays to do again

user3 Y/n isn't any better at racing than him, id argue they're equals, nor should she get special treatment because of Max so she can wait her turn

user5 ahhh I can’t wait!!!

User6 I’m gonna miss Carlos this weekend 😭😭

user7 please please please Ferrari have a good strategy for him🙏🙏

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f2updates: Y/n Verstappen commenting on Ollie Bearman's temporary move to F1: "It's truly an amazing experience (to drive F1). Ferrari sees something in him, so best of luck. I've defiantly noticed a lack of headaches this weekend."

tagged no one

user1 the was she still has to make a snarky comment

user2 I mean they are rivals 🤷‍♂️

user3 most civil I've ever seen an interaction between them

user4 I don’t understand why someone went out of their way to get a comment from her, let Y/n race and comment on herself and let Ollie shine without dragging the mood down by asking his rival for a statement

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Pre-Race

Post-Race

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ynverstappen: That's how you do it the HITECH way

tagged: paularon_

user1 ig we don't need to ask how she's celebrated the win

hitechgp perfect 1-2 weekend!!

maxverstappen why the last slide

ynverstappen I had to inform the people of my opinions

Maxverstappen anyway, I’m so proud!!

ynverstappen 🫶🫶

Carlossainz55 congrats on p1 little-stapppen

Redbullracing performance so good we were left speechless 👏👏

user2 as much as I love a good rivalry it was nice to have a gp where Y/n and Ollie weren’t fighting and making digs at each other

User3 I agree

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olliebearman

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olliebearman: P3 for my little buddy 🧸

tagged: no one

user1 awww the bear

user2 always a good day when we get a Y/n and Ollie podium

user3 its the only time they're ever civil when near each other

Prema_team very proud of your performance 🤝

user3 help im jealous of a stuffed bear

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f1

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f1: Y/n Verstappen has been called up to replace Williams's Alex Albon this GP! She's already been seen in the garage looking right at home

tagged: hitechgp, ynverstappen, williamsracing

williamsracing we can't wait

Alex_albon she's gonna smash it!!

user1 please bring Williams back to the glory days

user2 Verstappen? Nice try, welcome back Nico Rosberg

user3 she looks so good in blue

user4 Y/n lead Logan to the podium

user5 yes ma'am 👏

user6 give Max a run for his money

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f2updates: for her free practice session, Y/n Verstappen has run into issues with her car

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user1 her radio killed me: "Um guys somethings wrong I don't think the car likes me very much"

user2 looks like she's causing as many problems there as she does here

user3 please please please I NEED Williams to sort this out so she can still race

user4 she handled the situation very calmly and professionally, very impressive

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f2updates: Ollie Bearman comments on Y/n's absence after his race: "Very unfortunate to have troubles so early on. I guess the car could tell she was a hot head haha. I know all of us drivers are hoping the problem clears up"

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user1 I wish they would stop bothering the other for comments, if the situation doesn't involve both Y/n and Ollie then they shouldn't make a statment

user2 exactly it feels like the media is trying to get them to lash out at each other

user3 exactly they aren't friends, but they don't go out of their way to cause problems and people need to realize that

user4 yk he felt so pleased with the hot head joke

user5 "I know all of us drivers are hoping the problem clears up" he's trying so hard not to get into it with pr

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ynverstappen

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ynverstappen: Williams, what an honor it was to be chosen to drive for you this past weekend! I hope I've shown my appreciation through my performance and actions. Alex, sorry for almost ruining your car, get well and kick ass next weekend mate!

tagged: williamsracing

maxverstappen1 you were amazing! I'm so proud

ynvserstappen ❤️❤️

landonorris very impressive battle we had!! still pissed I lost to someone who overheated the car her first lap but yk

ynverstappen thank you for putting up a fight! so happy to beat you Mr. Nowins user8 I need more public Y/n and Lando interactions

user1 the purple helmet ate

user3 its so funny to me that she just happened to get called up the weekend she had a special helmet

user2 lmao she saw the Nico jokes

ynverstappen had bestie hunt the jacket down for the bit (its now my favorite piece and I will live in it forever, thank you Britney)

user4 someone tell her she showed her appration and more

user5 right- she gave Williams their highest qualifying and ending positions

user6 since Logan is leaving can we get her on the grid next year

user7 if you want to rush her and have her burn out like Logan then sure, but I say just give her a contract and get comfy in F2

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ynverstappen posted a story!

caption: to quote the note left, "they're crochet so you'll remember this weekend forever"

replies:

paularon_

seems like he knows his stuff

I cried

maybe its time to put these ruse behind mmh

don't take my fun away from me

and he really does piss me off

oh I know

I just don't know how he still puts up with you, mini max

hey max was worse

are we sure??

bff_username

ugh what I wouldnt do to have what you do!!

it really is the best

I mean he puts up with your shit better than I do

ok now first Paul and now you

you know im working on it, getting all the Jose out of my veins takes time

and im so proud of you for it

maxverstappen

who.

bff/n

thats a lie

you wouldve tagged her

who.

overprotective much 🙄

im your older brother its my job, now spill

I will at dinner in a few days

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f2updates: in what felt like a rendition of the Norris-Verstappen insident, Y/n Verstappen and Ollie Bearman had a collision in their battled for 2nd, behind Paul Aron in first. The collision caused both to lose significant places in this race, but both were able to return

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landonorris wannabe @/ynverstappen

ynverstappen fuck off Norris

user1 welp cannot wait for the media digs from this

user2 there goes our time of peace

user3 at least this time it was clearly Ollie's fault, I mean he pushed Y/n off

user4 bffr it was a defenive move, maybe she should have stayed straight rather than turn into him? user5 turn into him?? Ollie kept changing his path in turns before and did it again here, all Y/n did was stay on the track rather than turn off

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f2updates: Y/n Verstappen and Ollie Bearman's comments on their collision today

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user1 praying for every f2 driver tonight that they dont run into each other in the hotel or else I fear it may end in a screaming match

user2 just once I need these two to be able to swing on eachother

user3 it'll settle everything once and for all

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ynverstappen

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ynverstappen: he's hot, you would do it to

tagged: olliebearman

olliebearman I love you schat

ynverstappen I love you too!! Best (almost) year ever, love

user1 im sorry its almost been a YEAR

paularon_ finally im free from this torture

kimi.antonelli you can say that again

ynverstappen nah he's still my #1 opp

olliebearman no one pisses me off quicker 🫶

maxverstappen1 I dont like you. you're not good enough for her. you never will be. I'll personally carve out another appendix so I can't drive you into the barrier if you ever hurt her. y/n you're learning to back flip right now.

ynverstappen a bit much?

olliebearman nope perfect amount, I understand very clearly

landonorris max almost passed out

landonorris please post more im enjoying myself

user2 LMAO LANDO

user3 this was not on my 2024 bingo card

user4 kinda upset we'll never see them swing on each other

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olliebearman: only person id wear red bull for ❤️

tagged: ynverstappen

ynverstappen only person id wear Ferrari for 💙

olliebearman forever grateful 🫶

carlossainz55 im hurt

Charles_leclerc me too

maxverstappen1 Y/n take that off and burn it now.

ynverstappen no 🫶

user1 im crying they work out together 😭

user2 I just wanna know when that second picture was taken

olliebearman before she got caught leaving the Ferrari garage

ynverstappen and y'all believed the outfit change 🤣🫵

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hitechgp and prema_team

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hitechgp: I guess we're related now or something??

tagged: ynverstappen, olliebearman, paularon_, kimi.antonelli

prema_team family karting day??

user1 not neither team knowing what to say

ynverstappen so fun!!

kimi.antonelli no not "so fun" so scary you almost killed us for the win

ynverstappen and I looked good doing it

olliebearman yeah you did 😍

paularon_ bring back the Ollie that would've cussed her out over that

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[2handsslan]

lando norris // ln4 fic recs

———————————— 🏎️🏎️ ————————————

one shots

don’t cry over spilt coffee - @mywritersmind

“a horrible morning made worse by a man in a matcha colored hat, spilling coffee down her shirt and maybe ending up being the hero she needs for her final”

the roommate experiment - @monzabee

“the one where lando doesn’t like his roommate, not one bit—this is a complete lie”

bikini ties - @mywritersmind

“a fun day is made chaotic by your brothers best friend and his constant need to flirt with you”

diamond bright, kiss me right - @piastriprincess

“in which your accidental 'i love you' to your boyfriend isn't as unrequited as you thought”

leaning into the other’s side + putting an arm around the other’s waist - @spiderbeam

him - @katiascraft

“oblivious idiots to lovers. that's what max said”

was your soul rediscovered (was your heart rearranged?) - @piastriprincess

“in which lando doesn't believe in soulmates until he figures out he has one”

back to friends - @norristrii

“you'd always had a soft spot for your brother’s best friend, and those voice messages he sent revealed that the feeling was mutual”

the summer you turned pretty - @tsunodaradio

“the story of you, mclaren’s golden boys, and the summer that changes everything”

this love of mine - @norrisradio

“best friends to lovers (we cheered!), reader = ex karting driver + med student, you have loved lando since the day you met etc etc etc”

rivals - @snoopyracing

“challengers!au.... when ferarri’s princess is forced to retire at the peak of her career she finds herself lost with no purpose. racing was all she had ever known and it was ripped right out from under her with no warning. feeling hopeless she pours her passion back into mentoring oscar piastri— mclaren’s reigning champion. old feelings emerge, rivalries reach their breaking point, and ex-teammates show up when oscar least expects it. yet all y/n wants to see is some good fucking racing”

series

faking it au - @no-144444

“all's fair in love and fake relationships, yet Lando Norris somehow still finds a way to play dirty. you need the cash, he needs the popularity and to keep his name out of f1 gossips pages mouths. enter, the perfect, frustrating, awful relationship”

do it for the plot - @norristeria - smau

“it was a stupid idea⏤scribbling your number on a scrap of paper and giving it to lando at the monaco grand prix. it would never work. and even if you did manage to give it to him, it's not like he's going to use it, right?”

post it - @motorsportbarbie13

“when lando stumbles upon a random tiktok of a pretty american influencer, he can't stop himself from sliding into her dms. what happens next is more than both of them ever bargained for”

does this feeling go both ways? - @cinnamorussell

“it’s strange watching people — brilliant engineers, mechanics, designers — act like he’s a myth, something untouchable. he isn’t. or he wasn’t— that was, at least, a million lifetimes ago. you haven’t seen him in years, so you’re not really sure if you’re in any authority to say who he is and isn’t”

trouble - @mywritersmind

“trouble comes in many forms, for lando norris, it comes in the shape of his teammates sister. a week at oscars brings more temptation and impulse than any other start to a season”

smau

my fault: lando - @tsunomenom

“you star in my fault: london and the internet can’t stop comparing your onscreen love interest to your real life boyfriend, lando norris”

pushing it down and praying - @sunrizef1

the perfect match - @tsunodaradio

“lando norris is convinced he’s unlovable. it’s your literal job to prove otherwise”

sports car - @oikarma

“the one where lando gets outed for having a crush on his teammate's little sister”

nonsense - @sharlsworld

“just a bunch of nonsense from lando norris, the leclerc siblings, and a bit of the grid”

love in the air - @oikarma

“you take your long-time friend as your plus one to your dad's wedding. you catch the bouquet. maybe that's when you start agreeing with the internet that . . . lando norris is a little more than a long-time friend to you”

thunderstruck - @landoughnut

“lando goes to a cowboys game and spots, as he puts it, "his future wife" and just has to ask her out”

*these are part of my fic rec masterlist, please note none of these are written by me and the author of each story had been tagged! check out my f1 fic rec masterlist for other drivers!*

[thatguywrites]

Since it's the month of May could you do driver (no preference on who) with Indy500 winning boyfriend?

love your fics!

Big Winners

Set in 2024, and I actually moved this up my to post list by a month bc I love it and I wanted to post it Indy weekend, and I need to write fics with driver reader more lmaoooo

Also idk how tf this became kinda horny? Idk, ig I just see charles as a horndog

Charles Leclerc x Male!Indy500 winner!Reader

Every year, when the schedules for both of your seasons are released you both rush to check every weekend you may possibly be able to see eachother, with the Monaco GP and the Indy500 obviously being favorites.

Which makes it so frustrating how they always seem to overlap.

The week before your big races, Charles was in America for the time you could have together, lounging about in your motorhome, going on headset and looking at data, and drooling over you every time you left the car. It was a very busy weekend for him.

"Goodness baby, you're getting faster every lap, and my pants are getting tighter" He calls out, embarrassingly loud, as he strolls toward you.

Debrief forgotten, you can't help but turn and give your boyfriend a smile. "Well I gotta do better and better to impress this pretty boy I saw in the crowd"

"Oh" Charles' arms wrap around you, as he looks up into your eyes and plays innocent, biting his lip to sell the look.

"Yeah, he's got this ferarri jacket on, the cutest little stubble, and seems to be undressing me with his eyes at this very moment"

"Well I can't help it, how could any man forget your hu-"

Finally slapping your hand onto his mouth, you laugh, before dragging him off to lunch.

"Hugs! Your amazing hugs"

"Sure, sure"

For the rest of the weekend, Charles followed you around like a lost puppy, cheering you up after bad sessions, and cheering louder than anyone else when you rose above the rest.

When Wednesday finally came, and he had to go, he dragged his feet the whole day, trying to advocate for him to stay for the race, but eventually, with many kisses, a stay in a supply closet, and promises that you would call him every night while he was gone, he departed to his own race.

When you were getting ready Sunday, there was always at least one screen near you playing Charles' race. When you had to get in the car while the race still wasn't over it killed you, but just a couple laps in your engineer delivered the news. He won. Charles broke the curse, the first home winner in 93 years. You'd been doing all week, sure, but the racing that you did that day was on a level you'd never yet achieved.

You could hear your blood pulsing through your veins as you lead the last few laps. You couldn't let yourself believe it yet, not until you crossed the line, not until you had the wreath, and kissed the bricks. You couldn't -

And all of a sudden it was over. You'd won. The blood rushing through your veins hadn't quieted, but you could hear the cheers of the crowd roaring below it. You did it. You and Charles did it.

The next hour was a blink, podium, wreath, milk, bricks, interviews, pictures. And finally you could breath. You did it, and Charles did it. And holy shit, you have to call him. Pulling your phone out you were greeted to over 100 texts from Charles alone. From pictures of him on the podium and sobbing about his win, to him in the shower cleaning up, biting his lip as always. An hour later a picture of what must have been most of the grid having a watch party in his house about half way through the race, at least 20 comments of live commentary as you continued to fight for the lead, and a series of panicked texts as you neared the finish line, lap after lap. The last few texts were some photos clearly taken by the others of Charles sobbing on the floor, kissing you on the TV while you were on the podium. Even a picture of him 'kissing the bricks' with you. And the very last message? I'm on my way, thank fuck for AirMax.

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Romeo and Juliet - Part 1

Lando Norris X Ferarri Driver!Reader

Y/N is a powerhouse driver in F1, an icon dressed in Ferarri red. So when a driver in blue (and orange) has eyes for her, how will she react? How will the public react? With twists and turns and ships, how will this story end, let's hope not how the original story ends.

Masterlist / TipJar

ynusername

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ynusername Getting ready for Suzuka, saw this gorgeous woman on a magazine cover, wonder who she is?

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user1 Hmmm, I think that's you girl

ynusername No way !!??! Look at me, woah damn

landonorris See you there!

scuderiaferarri I see a race win for us

ynusername Manifesting

lewishamilton Japan is waiting for you!

user2 Y/N! I love you

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landonorris

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landonorris Slightly upsetting that we missed out on a podium, but Japan you've been beautiful

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user3 Wow thank you for calling me beautiful (I'm Japanese)

user4 Girl dream harder

charlesleclerc You were so close, brilliant race though mon ami

landonorris Congrats on your 1 2 charlesleclerc Merci, wish I was the 1

user5 Almost there champ

mclaren Let's bring it hard to Miami, baby!

landonorris Dream hard, work harder

ynusername

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ynusername Suzuka. A Win. A Wonder.

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user6 Congrats!! 2 time race winner right here!

user7 I see many future world championships!!

scuderiaferarri We are so proud, lets keep up the momentum

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landonorris Congrats Y/N, you deserve it!

user8 does she ever respond to his comments user9 she doesn't even like his instagram user8 oh damn, does she not like him?

lewishamilton Well Done Y/N it was such a close race

ynusername you were amazing with your p3

charlesleclerc P1-P2 Baby

ynusername We Goooooooo Baby user10 Baby? user11 They are just friends, Charles has a girlfriend user10 okay...

landonorris

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landonorris Death to Lando No-Wins with a Miami P1 BABYY

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user12 LETS GO LANDO

user13 FUTURE WORLD CHAMPION!!

mclaren Long time coming Lando, Here is to many more

landonorris To many more!

user14 Undeserved

user15 Explain? I missed it user14 Y/N was leading and dominating the race, and he attempted a stupid overtake which caused contact with Y/N. Y/N DNF'ed and Lando goes on to win with no damage or penalty user16 "Racing Incident" Unfair (Sexist ?) user14 Y/N looked so mad in her post-race interview

georgerussell Congrats on the win lad

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ynusername

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ynusername Abrupt end to the Miami GP through no fault on our team's behalf. But at least I was correctly taken out by good company once this weekend by my dear friends.

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user17 Pop off, put them in their place! You didn't deserve that

user18 Winner in our eyes!

scuderiaferarri On to the next, eyes forward

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lewishamilton Unfortunate, but there will be more races to win

ynusername many more ? liked by lewishamilton

charlesleclerc Have you checked for messages

ynusername yes, not sure I am going to respond charlesleclerc Respond, it will do you both good user19 Do you think Lando messaged her user20 Maybe. He should it was his fault

user21 She should stop complaining, its not a good look

user22 Shut up. Thank you.

f1news

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f1news Lando Norris was spotted with a girl in a small New York cafe. People think it may be a new girlfriend, others believe it is Y/N L/N. Either way, it looked like a very intimate conversation ending with a kiss on the cheek. They left together...

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user23 If it is Y/N, Lando better be apologising

user24 New WAG alert

user25 Omg if they are dating Y/N is more than a WAG. Lando would be a WAG

user26 They would be such a hot couple user27 Parents

landonorris

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landonorris Monaco GP you beauty, I see a podium

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mclaren Oscar and Lando are always on the podium in our mind

user28 Papaya fan unite, we will take this home

charlesleclerc I'll see you on the track

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user29 Y/N is here?

user30 Did you see their date user31 Was it confirmed? user30 In our hearts

ynusername

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ynusername Pregaming practice (don't worry @,scuderiaferarri I'm not drunk driving)

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scuderiaferarri Happy to hear (!!)

ynusername Love ya too xx

landonorris See you out on the track, bring your A game

ynusername Don't do anything silly. Again landonorris As you wish user32 Princess bride quotes? My HEART ?!?! user33 Omg she responded to him

charlesleclerc Let's bring the Ferarri power

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lewishamilton Lovely girl

user34 wha

f1news

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f1news (Ignore my lack of podium photo I couldn't find one) But... The talented Y/N L/N topped the podium and took another win in Monaco with Lando Norris P2. The two shared a long look while up on the podium, and a tight embrace which lasted a bit longer than expected, fuelling the idea they may be something more. Rumours are flying, pity for all the Y/N x Lewis shippers

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user35 Isn't he like 15 years older than her?

user36 Can't a girl have daddy issues user35 She does? user36 No, but I do, I just want to live through her

user37 I want Lando and Y/N to date and then kiss on the podium

user37 I would die happy

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lewishamilton Thank you, Monaco, treating myself to a little reward

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user38 NO, LEWIS IS TAKEN?

georgerussell Good for you man!

user39 Hear me out, Ferarris in the second pic. Who drives for Ferarri and owns a Ferarri... Y/N

user40 You think they are dating? user39 Could be, she liked the post....

mercedesamgf1 Don't forget about us, your poor team

lewishamilton Never

ynusername This is cute <3

landonorris Very user41 No, I'm now believing it is Y/N user42 I'm holding out for Lando, he only responded to her comment, he didn't comment liked by landonorris

END OF PART 1

(a/n So, first part done with a little cliffhanger. Hope you all enjoyed this, and I can't wait to post part 2!, join my tag list here )

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HI! Hope you are well! I have no clue if you are taking requests or not, but if you are, could you maybe do a smau with carlos sainz x ferrari!reader? Where the reader is part of the ferrari family, and when her father passes away, she will take on the company? And like, all of the tifosi love her loads, bcs she's just lovely to them all no matter what, and they see carlos slowly 'fall in love' with her then soft launch their relationship, and it turns out they had been dating for ages? If you can, ty!!

are you going to be my girl? | carlos sainz social media au

pairing: carlos sainz x fem ferrari!reader

it's not a HR violation if you were dating before she became your boss and it's not nepotism if it's her company.

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yournameferrari: first race weekend, let's go girls 🏁

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user1: i am SCARED i am weirdly optimistic 🤔

user2: i have faith, the article about her and the whole new team... she's cooking

carlossainz55: excited to take her out for a spin

yournameferrari: lets keep all the spinning for the doughnuts at the end of the season please

carlossainz55: i'll try my best, no promises though

yournameferrari: okay stop commenting on my post and get ready to drive, you're wearing my name

carlossainz55: let me know when you want to wear mine

user3: yall it's not even been one race and carlos is flirting with his boss, they weren't lying f1 drivers really are fearless

sebastianvettel: feels like just the other day when you first visted the garage, you'll smash it!

yournameferrari: thanks seb! can't wait to see you again, give hanna and the kids my love

user4: i love that she's 23 but literally talks like a grandma

user5: the stress of ferrari does tend to age a person

charles_leclerc: forza ferrari ❤️ we'll make you proud

yournameferrari: i have all the faith in the world in you boys

user6: a ferarri owner who actually publicly supports the drivers? i've prayed for times like this

user7: ahhh i met her this weekend and she really loves the tifosi like she spent so long with us and signed as much as she could

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carlossainz55: great weekend all round, happy to be back on the podium - thank you to y/n and all the team for building us a car we can win in !!

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user9: don't shoot me but did we all see the way carlos was looking at y/n on the podium

user10: bestie i hate to tell you but there was like 100 ferrari workers at that podium he could've been looking at literally any of them

yournameferrari: you boys made the ferrari name proud this weekend ❤️

carlossainz55: couldn't have done it without you and the team

yournameferrari: you're too kind, take pride in your own achievements

carlossainz55: only if you celebrate with me

user11: are we witnessing the smooth operator in real time?

user12: it's like seeing a unicorn in the woods

landonorris: congrats chilli 🌶️ are we all celebrating or is it just you two?

carlossainz55: all of us? why wouldn't it be everyone?

landonorris: no reason ....

user13: maybe it's because carlos' eyes pop out of his head like a looney tunes whenever he's around y/n ferrari

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carlossainz55: you realise i get the notifications when you guys like comments, right?

landonorris: well my PR team wouldn't like it if i commented it myself

carlossainz55: i wonder if there is a reason for that 🤔

user14: carlando domestics in the comment section we are so back

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scuderiaferrari: no race this weekend? we'll give you a #️⃣ asky/n to give you your ferrari content this weekend!

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user15: what is your favourite race?

yournameferrari: besides the obvious choices of imola and monza, i really enjoy suzuka and spa !

user16: who is a driver you would've loved to have managed?

yournameferrari: the obvious answer is michael schumacher, but i also would've loved to work with seb and kimi and jean alesi!

user17: how do you feel about taking over ferrari so young?

yournameferrari: it's definitely daunting, especially when no one really knew i existed. i was scared when it came to the staff overhaul as they had been there for so long and i was scared that it would massively backfire, but so far so good.

user18: tbf it's been a long time coming

user19: what would you do if you weren't owning ferrari?

yournameferrari: to be honest, ferrari and motorsport is all i have ever known, but, i also enjoy most other sports like football, ice skating and golf. but outside of sport i would've loved to pursue writing, i love poetry and essays!

user20: GOLF? cue carlos sainz in 3...2...1

carlossainz55: let's go for a round after my next sim session ⛳️

yournameferrari: only if you're ready to lose

user21: i am having ... feelings about this pairing

user22: how do you feel about charles' music?

yournameferrari: i always think it is good to have another passion, especially with how all-consuming formula one can become. i personally love charles' music and will often put it on when i do yoga or read (though my favourite is AUS23)

charles_leclerc: thank you y/n !!!

user23: is this *rubs eyes* an owner with a good relationship with the drivers???

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f1gossipgirl: AWKWARD MOMENT ALERT 🚨 y/n ferrari had harsh word for pierre gasly when they crossed paths in the paddock. gasly, whose dangerous driving put carlos sainz in the medical centre, seemed shocked that ferrari would have a problem with him. sources in the paddock said that ferrari admonished the frenchman, "you have a lot of gall in the media gasly, everyone saw how dangerous that was, you can't blame your own shortcomings on alpha tauri or adrian newey now. keep your car away from my drivers or we'll have a real problem." oop. allegedly gasly only replied with a wink and a "anything for you sweetheart" which caused y/n to storm off and knock his shoulder on the way past. who is in the right?

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user30: THAT'S MY OWNER RIGHT THERE

user31: y/n owned gasly

user32: not only was he dangerous on track he's also super disrespectful off, y/n is expressing her concerns over her driver who could've been seriously injured and he just flirts with her ???

user33: pierre is super in the wrong here but also it's so refreshing to see someone in management actually have the drivers back

user34: gone were the days of begging ferrari to even appeal penalties

user35: my friend was in the paddock and apparently vasseur had to hold sainz back after he was told about what pierre had done

user36: the way he's more mad that pierre disrespected y/n than nearly killing him

user37: idk why she's getting involved, no need to talk to the drivers like that, you're the owner, know your place

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user38: something insidious about the man liking a comment telling a woman to know her place 🤨

user39: he acts the victim in every situation and yet HE is the common denominator

user40: after ^^^ this whole mess i need carlos to scrap pierre

user41: i feel like he actually would that man is in love with y/n lol

yournameferrari

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yournameferrari: happy summer break everyone !! going into the break leading the constructor's championship lead is amazing but we aim to finish the season with both trophies back in maranello. see you in zandvoort x

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user42: A MAN?

user43: i was delusional to think that a young successful and smart woman wasn't cuffed :(

sebastianvettel: are you still planning to swing by switzerland?

yournameferrari: we'll be there!

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yournameferrari: i'll be there!

user44: girl we saw that

user45: the way she posts her soft launch but deletes a comment that says she might bring him to visit seb?

user46: visiting seb is a big deal tbf

user47: the way carlos HAS to have her notifications on mans was here after 30 seconds

user48: has better reaction time for y/n's instagram post than a race start 😭

carlossainz55: working on my swing, ready for our round of golf

yournameferrari: get ready to be humbled

carlossainz55: if you're as pro as you say i may have to upgrade us to crazy golf

yournameferrari: as long as i get the red ball

carlossainz55: deal

user49: are we FLIRTING 👀 ???????

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55: took a break from swimming to get my ass whooped by my boss on the golf course

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user50: oh the fit - Y/N CAME TO PLAY

landonorris: just how bad was the whopping? before i propose a paddock golf tournament

carlossainz55: she'll ruin the sport for you it's not fair

landonorris: you didn't put up any sort of fight?

carlossainz55: i TRIED but as soon as i saw the custom clubs i knew it was over

yournameferrari: i have a confession, i was literally on my college golf team, i had a lot of practice sorry x

carlossainz55: so you're basically a professional? that's comforting

yournameferrari: not really a professional but a very dedicated amateur

user51: babe you literally won the national championship at stanford stop playing with this man

yournameferrari: oops? 😬

user52: right, i don't mean to sound crazy, but i have a theory. the third pic looks very familiar to me, is it a lake in switzerland? the switzerland one SEBASTIAN VETTEL lives in and that y/n ferrari said she was going to visit this summer with someone?

user53: i fear you've made a point

user54: as much as they'd be literally the hottest couple in the world ... is it not a bit weird for carlos to date his boss? like... also what does this mean for potential favouritism?

user55: i get those concerns but we've already seen this season that decisions have been made both ways. unlike the binotto era ferrari actually are making the two first drivers thing work

user56: based on what y/n has said in the past i don't think she'd favour carlos because of a relationship, i think she's too ruthless to potentially sacrifice points to benefit her potential boyfriend

f1

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f1: the smooth operator is back to winning ways with his win under the singapore lights. it was a double podium for ferrari and a DNF for sergio perez means that ferrari are constructors champions once again!

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user60: Y/N FERRARI THE WOMAN YOU ARE AND HOLY SHIT HER AND CARLOS KISSING DID SOMETHING TO ME

user61: we really went from xavi and not having any tyres to proper professionals and the WCC trust the WDC will be coming back home soon

carlossainz55: tifosi, we'll get the big one next year ❤️

user62: CONSTRUCTOR CHAMPIONS AND YOU BAGGED Y/N FERRARI U WON AT LIFE

landonorris: so you made me find out with everyone else? i see how it is

carlossainz55: sorry landito, didn't intend for anyone to find out just yet but i guess i got a little carried away..

yournameferrari: a little?

carlossainz55: sorry but i've been good all year and finally got the win and the championship i couldn't help myself (you also looked so good sorry)

yournameferrari: i guess i can give you that (you're also very sexy post-race)

charles_leclerc: well i for one am super happy that i never opened the door when i heard a suspicious sound coming from y/n's office

yournameferrari: omg delete please i stubbed my toe i swear !!!!

charles_leclerc: no one is believing that i'm sorry

carlossainz55: we've never done anything untoward on ferrari property

landonorris: untoward? who are you?

carlossainz55: my gf is super duper college educated and it's rubbing off on me

landonorris: AHAHAHA RUBBING OFF

yournameferrari: 🤨

landonorris: sorry.

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55: suprise ! i guess it wasn't to be just ours forever, but i love you y/n and will give everything to you and your name x

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user62: boyfriend in the first slide and girlfriend in the others he's so real

yournameferrari: i know this secret was hard for you to keep so i'm proud of you regardless, i love you 🫶

carlossainz55: honestly any time anyone in the paddock flirted with you i thought i would explode

yournameferrari: i've seen your dm requests, spare me

carlossainz55: but now they know, i can unleash all of my pictures of you and i can flex on everyone

user63: dream threesome list just got a new update

landonorris: first slide for me i know that's right

carlossainz55: i am forgiven for not telling you about my relationship? the two years were tough

landonorris: TWO YEARS?

carlossainz55: your tone sounds kinda off

landonorris: you can shove your first slide up your ass 👍 TWO YEARS?????

carlossainz55: tbf i couldn't really announce to the world that i was dating the woman who would someday become the owner of my team

landonorris: give me three business days and i'll be okay

scuderiaferrari: parents ❤️

charles_leclerc: happy for you guys but never ask me to take pictures of you again x

yournameferrari: you did such a good job though!

charles_leclerc: unless i see a photographer bonus in my contract i will not be third wheeling for free

yournameferrari: noted (you're not getting the bonus)

charles_leclerc: it was worth the try

yournameferrari

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yournameferrari: what a crazy first season. i am unbelievably proud of the boys and the team, we'll bring both championships back to maranello next season ❤️

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user64: she is everything i want to be

user65: tbf after last season i never thought we would win a race this season and her overhaul and ruthlessness has actually changed the game. also her and carlos are super cute

carlossainz55: i love you and thank you for our season. here's to the best winter break with you

yournameferrari: finally you can spend christmas the ferrari way

user66: how do we also get an invite to this christmas.. do you have any brothers? cousins? uncles?

carlossainz55: you're so so so beautiful, pretty, bewitching, ravishing, stunning and irresistible

yournameferrari: i love you too handsome

carlossainz55: can you also humble my dad at golf please and thank you

yournameferrari: we'll go doubles for the sainz golf tournament and have NO MERCY

user67: someone tell y/n the season is over and that she doesn't need to ruin sainz snr's christmas on the golf course

yournameferrari: the ferrari name never rests sorry not sorry

user68: yeah yeah the constructor championship finally came back to ferrari but this relationship is the real win from this season

user69: carlos finally found someone as old money as him

user70: and is actually old money, babes has that ferrari money

carlossainz55: i can retire early and be the house husband

yournameferrari: you will not retire early i expect you to be kicking it in that car until you're at least alonso's age

carlossainz55: but after that i can be the house husband a HAB?

yournameferrari: to your hearts content :) no one prettier i'd want on my arm x

note: hope you enjoyed i was BATTLING the writers block on this one lol. but i hope this is what you were looking for

[sterredem]

Easter eggs

Taylor Swift x Ferrari!driver!reader

Face claim Pinterest girls

Warning hate, homophobia, not proofread, spelling mistakes

Summary Taylor always leaves Easter eggs in songs and posts, in this case the Easter eggs are about a curtain Ferrari driver…

This was a request!

Extra info: Readers number is 87

A/N Also I want to say; this is in NO WAY implying that Taylor is gay; I am just making a fan fictions. I know that she is in a relationship but this is just fiction. Also I know I use pictures of her with friends as her on dates but I am in no way implying that that is that. Again I am just making fiction and I am using the things that exist to make fiction that I and other people enjoy reading.

Its a bit long but I LOVE it!

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Eras tour Liverpool Night 1

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Yourusername I had such an amazing time at the Eras tour in Paris! Thank you so much to Taylor for inviting me, for all the fans for being so nice and trading bracelets with me. Also a (again) a big thank you to Taylor for gifting me this STUNNING cardigan so that I could wear it. This may be the highlight of my year!

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Taylorswift I’m glad you enjoyed your gifts and the show!

Yourusername I very much enjoyed it all! And thank you again for everything!🫶

User0 Whair giftS?! As in plura?!

Taylornation We were happy to have you! Liked by author

blakelively It was so nice seeing you again!

Yourusername OMG YES! It was so nice to hang out!

Theerastour Happy you enjoyed the show!

User1 OMG! WORLD COLIDING!

User2 This is perfect timing with the Twitter thread

User3 You look so good!

User4 She really is living the dream

User5 SHE GOT A FREE ORIGINAL CARDIGAN?!?!

User6 The day after the race in Canada?! This is insane!

User7 Yeah! And after an DNF That is!

User7 Folklore era fits her so well!!

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Monaco Grand Prix

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CelebrityNews Taylor Swift seen at the Monaco formula 1 Grand Prix. This is exiting news after people did a deep dive on lyrics on Swifts new album and saw references to the sport, beside those references there are also mentions of ‘she’. Could this be Taylor coming to support her new love? Or is this just making a public appearance to a sport that she has publicly said she loves, and that she is letting her fans clown (again). Read more on our website!

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User8 Oh?! This is interesting.

User9 I wouldn’t be surprised if this is just because she likes f1 but I also wouldn’t be surprised if she really is dating someone in f1 (ether a driver or someone that works for a team)

User10 I am curious to what team she is going

User11 besides the point he she look GOOD

User12 what is Lando lurking in the likes?

User13 Maybe they are dating?

User12 HAHAHAHA Lando norizz?? Never!

User13 Hey it could be!

User12 It could but she mentioned a she soo…

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Taylorswift replied to your story

oh? That is an interesting reaction to meeting me…

Yourusername Shut up

What was it again? 😳🙂‍↕️🤭😦🙂😄🥰?

Yourusername Stop, you’re being mean☹️

Cute

Yourusername STOP ✋

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Landonorris replied to your story

YOU MET TAYLOR SWIFT?!?!

Yourusername I’ve met her earlier so…

WHEN?!

Yourusername Wel at her tour… and before that… and I was invited to her birthday…

Y/N!! YOU TRAITOR!!

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Charles_Leclerc replied to your story

I’m suprised I haven’t heard you Freek out yet

Yourusername It isn’t the first time i meet her

HUH?!?!

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Formula1Gossip Taylor Swift once again spotten in the paddock, this time in red, she was also seen in the Ferrari garage. Is she there to support a special someone? Or is she there because she likes the sport? On our website we did a deep dive!

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User1 Oh? Again?

User2 FERARRI LETS GOOO!!

User3 Maybe she is dating Charles?

User4 Bro have you seen the ‘she’s’ in het songs?!

User5 her hair looks so good!

User6 maybe she is dating Y/n?

User7 Yeah sure grandma, let’s get you back to bed..

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Taylorswift replied to your story

Great job love🫶

Yourusername Thank you Tay!

See you soon?

Yourusername Yeah, I’ll come to the hotel.

Great, I’ll wait with the food

Yourusername 👍

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WAGnews Taylor Swift once again spotted at the Monaco Grand Prix. This time wearing a Y/n Y/l/n sweatshirt with her number on it. Does this mean that they are together? Or is it just friend supporting friend?

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User8 I think they are just friends, so why is this on the WAG page?

User9 …and they where roommates…

User10 What if Y/n gave her the sweater after Taylor gave her the cardigan??

User11 She looks so happy now! I’m happy for her!

User12 I think that if her and Y/n would be dating they would be a POWER couple with Taylor dominating the music industry and Y/n dominating Formula 1

User13 As the user said on Twitter; the red is getting more and more over the weekend.

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Yourusername What a great weekend was this! p1! And congratulations to Charles with P2! It was as always a very enjoyable weekend and I had some very special people with me🫶 see you in Canada!

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Charles_Leclerc Great job Y/n👍

Taylorswift It was amazing watching this weekend🫶 and congrats on P1!! liked by author

User1 Great job!

User2 Everyone just ignoring the kiss?!?!?!!! I CALLED IT!!!

User3 YEAH!! I WAS SO SHOCKED!!!!

User4 HARD LAUNCH AT RACE!

User5 P1 LETS GOOOO

User6 I think the world just stopped after that kiss

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Yourusername The cats out of the bag I guess…… here is my lovely girlfriend; Taylor! I think you all know who she is, but in case you don’t; she is a amazing sing and songwriter, she is one of the most famous person right now, she is very kind, very passionate about what she does (and also very talented in what she does), very generous and also very funny (she is also a cat lover (she forced me to put that in)). I hope you will all love her as much as I do because you will see us together a LOT more. This is the love of my life, forever and always.

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Taylorswift I LOVE YOUU!!!❤️🫶🫶❤️❤️ liked by author

Taylornation Power couple!!

Y/l/n87 The cutest!

Landonorris traitor

Charles_Leclerc Happy for you!

User7 AAAHHHHHHH

User8 The caption is the SWEETEST thing EVER!!

User9 Her putting Taylor song lyrics in the caption is EVERYTHING to me!!

User10 They are adorable!!

User11 I’m speechless

User12 The compliments are just🥰🙂😊😘🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

User13 Not the cat mention😂😂

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CelebrityGossip After the recent reveal of the relationship from Taylor swift and Y/n Y/l/n, here are some pictures of them that we where sworn to keep private until their relationship as announced. A very cute couple indeed, more pictures on our website

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User1 THEY ARE SO CUTE!

User2 I AM SO HAPPY! I CALLED IT YALL!!!

User3 This is my new Roman Empire

User4 YOU KNEW???? AN GOSSIP ACCOUNTS KNEW AND DIDNT GOSSIP?! THAT IS INSANE!

User5 I remember some of these outfits, and they are from a year ago. So they’ve been together for that long without us knowing?!

User6 Power couple, and hottest couple ever.

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The Royal Way 《Pt.2》

(Leclerc!reader x Prince of Monaco!oc)

After his older sister marries into the Monaco Royal family, Charles knew he would be treated differently, to his surprise (and his sister's disappointment) his F1 team, ferarri, treated him the same way.... and that did not sit well with the new princess of Monaco

or

in which YN Leclerc uses her new familial connections to fuck up ferarri just like how they fucked up her baby brother's hopes and dreams.

N.B: so, this was supposed to be longer and the last part, but it's currently 3 AM and I have classes at 8 AM thus me splitting this little fic into a trilogy. Hopefully, I will have time tomorrow to post the third and final part! Thank you for reading and let me know what you think!! WARNINGS: NOT REALISTIC AT ALL!! if you are looking for a realistic revenge sort of plot, it is not here, I tried as best as I can to search up what the whole electronic system does and it's relation to the DRS, BUT I AM BY NO MEANS AN EXPERT NOR HAVE ENOUGH KNOWLEDGE, SO EXCUSE THE POOR RESEARCH. The car designs are from Pinterest... Some swear words (fuck, bitch, etc...) Let me know if I missed anything else please!

Faceclaims:

yn leclerc --> anya taylor joy

Prince Thierry --> louis partridge

Masterlist // part 1

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F1_updates_live: Prince Thierry and Princess YN Leclerc heading into the Ferrari motor home in LA. Neither of the Royals look ecstatic to be in this position and it's no doubt to do with the statement released by Ferrari's Formula one media team, where they had essentially blamed the newly wedded Princess, YN Leclerc and their own driver, Charles Leclerc, for his DNF in the previous GP.

username: let them cook

username: the amount of bodyguards they have is insane

username: they do not look happy

username: yeah, no shit sherlock, ferrari basically said that it was yn's fault that Charles is distracted

username: ferrari blaming everyone but themselves

LEAKED AUDIO FROM LAS VEGAS GP, FERRARI'S MOTORHOME: tensions rise in the Ferrari garage as the young royals of Monaco, Prince Thierry and Princess YN Leclerc, threaten Fred Vasseur of taking him to court after buying out the rest of Charles' contract with Ferrari.

(Princess YN Leclerc,Prince Thierry, Fred Vasseur)

"It has been proven time and time again that the team is so incompetent! Why won't you do any changes?"

"Do you think that it's easy? These are people's livelihoods we are talking about"

"You do realise you are talking to a princess, right? She is well aware of how to run a business and a team, unlike you."

"I am just saying that I can't just fire people because Charles can't manage the car!"

"CAN'T MANAGE THE CAR? Are you out of your fucking mind mr. Vasseur? There is evidence, very strong evidence for your information, that the problem was from the electronic system. Do you have any idea how fucked up your engineers and strategists have to be to send out a car with failed electronic system?"

"Correct me if I am wrong my darling, but don't the electronic system control the DRS?"

"Mmhhmmm"

"And if the DRS opens in a corner it might result in a crash, am I correct mr. Vasseur?"

"The DRS was fine, there was-"

"My husband is asking a yes or no question Fred."

"Yes."

"So basically, Ferrari's Formula one team had, intentionally and with their knowledge, put a member of the monegasque royal family in direct danger."

"But Charles isn't a member of the royal family! He is only YN's half brother!"

"PRINCESS YN MR VASSEUR! YOU WILL DO WELL TO REMEMBER THAT!"

"Charles is my brother, and you dare put him in harm's way. I am princess YN Leclerc of Monaco, I can and I will hold you accountable as the principal of this team."

"You can't do anything! Carlos had the same car-"

"Carlos did not have the same car and you know it!"

"We already know Fred, we have had professional inspections done on both cars, it's quite deceiving really, telling a driver that he's the priority and still disappointing him every single time."

🔊 a thud is heard 🔊

"This is the amount of money to buy Charles out of Ferrari, but don't spend it Fred, we will be getting it back in court."

"YN WHAT WE-"

"PRINCESS YN FRED! *sigh* it seems like no matter what you are still convinced that you and your workers did no wrong, we will see about that."

"There is only one race left, there will be no team to take in Charles now!"

"Oh, we are not looking for a team to take him in, we made a team for him."

{Taglist: @phillydilly @f1ln4dr3cl16mv33 @omgsuperstarg @formulas-bitch @brakingboundaries @kyuupidwrites}

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ⵌ ׄ ۪ 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ¹⁶ ׄ ⑅ CL16 ‌˖ ֺ ᰮ

— DESCRIPTION ੭ alex's twin sister has had the hots for a certain blue eyed ferarri driver, and it's finally time to stake her claim on him.

— PAIRING ੭ charles x albon!reader.

— FILE ੭ social media au.

— WARNINGS ੭ language.

— FACE CLAIM ੭ tontawan tantivejakul.

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lilymhe replied to alex_albon story !

stop being mean to ur sister alexander.

landonorris replied to alex_albon story !

oh, so that's how it is ? golfing without me now ? okay. cool.

pierregasly relied to your story !

wooaahh, what's with the heart there girl ? trying to steal my man or something ?

get in line gasly, this boy is mine.

user replied to your story !

THE HEART MISS MA'AM !!?!?!?

THE BETTER TWIN

so golfing was fun guys !

we should totes do it again sometimes 😄

STUPID STINKY COPY & PASTE

why ?

so you can just stand there like a flag pole and flirt with charles the whole time ?

THE BETTER TWIN

exactly ! 😁

LILY MOMMY

AND SHE LOOKED DAMN HOT DOIN' IT TOO.

STUPID STINKY COPY & PASTE

i-

it's always 2 against 1 here.

LILY MOMMY

you'll get used to it hun 💋

THE BETTER TWIN

eewwww no being lovey dovey in the gc allowed.

brb guys, gonna go text my man's

STUPID STINKY COPY & PASTE

HE IS NOT UR-

oh forget it, ur hopeless.

FUTURE BF

hey y/n !

it's charles here, lily sent me ur number I hope that's cool with you ?

HIS FUTURE GF

hey charles !

yes ofc omg 😊

FUTURE BF

I think I grabbed ur golf set by accident haha 😅

HIS FUTURE GF

oh no problem !

you can give it back tonight at 8pm, at reagan's diner, and wearing ur finest suit because it is a 3 star restaurant.

FUTURE BF

I...

...uhm....

...huh ?

are u... asking me out ?

HIS FUTURE GF

did I stuttter, charles ?

no ?

so 8pm, sharp. those are my favourite golf clubs that i never use, so i'd like them back.

are we clear ?

FUTURE BF.

yes ma'am.

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alex_albon replied to charles_leclerc story !

WHAT

CHARLES

ARE. U. INSANE.

SHE'S CRAZY !?

but she's miiiinnnneeee 😁

maxverstappen1 replied to charles_leclerc story !

so, what did you do ? huh ?

because how does a total dope like urself, bag a 20 like yn ?

ahh, come on max :\

lilymhe replied to your story !

YAAASSSS QUUEEENNN

GET UR MANS

YOU KNOW IT 😝

user replied to your story !

my wife... had been stolen from me....

user replied to your story !

NO COME BACK TO ME YN 😭

charles_leclerc replied to your story !

how am I going to get people to believe that u wanted me first ?

u won't 🤭

yn_albon

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yn_albon suck on ur zero points alexander.

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logansargeant OUCH.

▹ yn_albon not u logs u know i love ya !

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lilymhe as the girlfriend I shouldn't click a like on this post but...

▹ alex_albon but ? BUT !?

▹ yn_albon love ya too lils baby 🎀

maxverstappen1 the real mic drop is alex thinking that YN ALBON couldn't pull a kid like charles.

▹ charles_leclerc I want to take offense but I can't, because ur very much right.

▹ user HOL' ON- alex thought YN MOTHER ALBON couldn't pull any man of her choosing !? 😭

▹ yn_albon aw, thanks maxie !

alex_albon just say u all hate me and call it a day.

▹ yn_albon quit being dramatic lex and answer mum's ft before she beats ur ass with the wooden spoon again.

user so no one's gonna talk abt slide 3 ? NO ONE !? HELLO !? 😭

♡. ♡. ♡.

imnameimswrld OOHOOO BACK AGAIN ??? hiii lovelies, I hope you're all doing well ! college is trying so hard to kick my ass but i am hanging in there (just barely lol)... but I hope you enjoyed this one, I'm switching up the look of my stuff coz I hate the old look :)

[two-white-butterflies]

i love you in the morning | c16

Description: Charles Leclerc and his girlfriend.

Pairing: charles leclerc/driver!reader

poppy_7: focused 🍓

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y/nfanbase: anyone annoyed that she gets less engagement just bcs she's a girl and somehow 'f1' fans think she's not good enough - bellaisloca: Me! She gets podium every race

charles_leclerc: ❤️

maxverstappen1: Prepare to eat my dust, - poppy_7: nah, not this time. - scuderiaferrari: we're counting on you @poppy_7

Being a female driver was one of the hardest jobs one could ever had - you once thought that training was the hardest part, but proving yourself to the audience? That was another.

"Are you ready for the race?" Charles asked while fixing the helmet on your head. "Yes," you answered with a smile.

You were wearing all of your lucky charms; bracelet that a fan gave you, lucky pants that you bought on your first day, and the red lipstick that your mother gave you before she died. "We'll do a great job, let's show Max that Ferrari is still great." you smiled, walking out of the garage. Charles responds with a chuckle - knowing that the strategist was going to screw the both of you over again.

"If the strategy begins to sound like shit, turn the radio off." you wink, entering the service car that would bring you to the start of the race. "I'm not sure that they'd like that," he hummed - following after you.

POPPY_7_TWT P2 in Spa! Forza Ferarri.

Susie_Wolff Had a video call with Y/N today. Super nice speaking to another woman in racing. Podcast in collaboration with Spotify is available! (-Toto Wolff)

poppyismommy: i just know that she's begging him to let her switch to mercedes 😭

charles_leclerc: Will be listening to the podcast! ❤️ - POPPY_7_TWT: thank u amor ! 🫶🏾

POPPY_7_TWT @charles_leclerc you wear the white, i wear the black.

charles_leclerc: just an inchident

poppy_7: we used to be best buddies :(

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danielricciardo: we were never 'best buddies' - poppy_7: 💀 @charles_leclerc he's bullying me - - danielricciardo: imagine calling backup

maxverstappen1: that's his fav pose - poppy_7: reminds him of himself

redbullracing: Come back...be here

charlesandynuniverse: after every race, she always changes her clothes. (she's everything, he's just ken.)

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